i'm sorry, this is the last of this shit i'm going to waste on emotions. the last i'm going to waste on anything that's not poetry or a rant or something else like that. i hate myself. i fucked up the only thing i've had going to me. i said things that i should've, but i just cared too much. my fault. i shouldn't have ever tried to talk to her about it. but now she's mad at me, and i could've ruined a great friendship as much as i've already ruined the relationship. i still love her, but it's all just a waste of time now. i give up. she meant so much to me, litterly more than anything. life sucks. love sucks. i ruined it all... but i've fucked up before, but this time maybe it isn't worth fixing. at least i'll have some time to catch up on some sleep since my only reason for waking up in the morning is mad at me. i couldn't stop thinking of her today... before or after she broke up with me. what's the point of living when the person who was your reason for living is now gone to you? do i just have to stay here and take all the shit that life has to offer me? do i get nothing in return? i guess i was meant to be alone, i could come up with a reason why.