I want my voice to be heard. I want to be different. I still feel the pain. It doesn't go away. Every time I'm alone or have free time to think, my mind always wonders off and it always comes back to you.. All the time. Isn't that funny? My mind always chooses you in the end even if it known you broke me into a million little tiny pieces? I find that really entertaining. Why did you make me think you care in the first place? Did you want to see how easily I could break? Well congragufuckinglations. You did. You officially broke me beyond repair and you don't even care. You never did. I wish you could just I don't know maybe disappear. But unfortunately I'm not a magician and that would be mean. I keep saying that I'm not mad at you but its kinds of in the middle. I'm mad at you for pretending to be someone you weren't but I'm not because I know it's not your fault. But at the same time under all this anger and madness, I'm mostly mad at myself. Not only because I exposed myself to love but because I fell for you. And thank you. Thank you so much for not only teaching me but teaching me specifically that I have to be careful with who I trust to hold my heart.