Here I am, up late, can't sleep, wishing I didn't feel like this. I wish I wasn't angry, but I am. If I was sad, crying myself to sleep, wanting to die, it would be beter than this, cuz at least that way I'd feel something, something other than hate. I'm not angry cause she dumped me. I spent the entire summer getting used to her not being around, forcing myself to stop loving her. I think it's the fact that she lied. The fact that she betrayed my trust. The fact that she didn't even care enough... read more
