Could I have predicted it anymore than I did? Could I have held you off any longer? I didn't want this to turn into another best friend situation. I told you that. I've lost too many friends. But you forced it. You knew it was over the minute it happened. Then why bother calling it a break? It's a good thing I didn't come back isn't it? I really am beginning to wonder why I trust so easily.


Cried and cried. Talked to Amy in the white coat. Cried on the phone with her (cause she needs to listen to my problems really). And now let the poets cry themselves to sleep.