Oh, someone hit me with a brick.
This has got to be the worst, suckiest occurring week in my life.
I don't care anymore. I swear I don't.
I swear that I want nothing more
than to just breathe without constriction.
I want my own life.
And hey, it's okay.
He never loved me, after all.
He told me so.
But then again, he told me a lot of things.
I am such a liar.