I wrote letter after letter to MR PERFECT
i never sent them.
i never planned to send them.
i wrote my thoughts, and my heart's whispers down.
it scares me to look back at them.
that i was that hurt.
that a boy could make me suicidal.
that a boy could make me hate my life that much.
how could i do that to myself?
i think about him sometimes.
yes i do.
and it hurts.
but i dont let myself hurt for long.
i dont think he's worth my hurt..
he just left me one day.
not caring.
i wrote so many letters to him. wow.
screaming my heart out.
i still have them all.
they almost blew away one day.
me and a good friend picked them all up in the wind.
they are a peice of me.
thats how i was.
its almost like they're a journal kind of.
i wouldnt write my hearts words in that much detail
if i was just writing it in my journal.
i never want anyone to see those.
i kind of want to show them to him.
but I dont think he would care.
he hasnt cared about me since at least October 8, 2o11.
that was the last time he told me he loved me.
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