I don’t know what to write so I’m writing this. My extremely wise friend Lizzie told me to start out this writing with the previous sentence. It’s a pretty kick ass way to start something out, don’t you think? Friends have suggested that I write about topics such as peanut butter cups and sandwiches that kill/attack people. (FYI for some of you out there, I hate Steno notepads!) You see I could write about peanut butter cups and sandwiches, but I prefer more intellectual things. My writings are sad and heartbreaking. I am sad and heartbreaking. So when I write it comes out truthful, my real feelings are written about and I always seem to write about her. As a result when I write it comes out like a story, a real story of pain or happiness. It comes out effing awesome. At least anyone who has read any of my work thinks so. Of course they might not want to hurt my feelings or something, you never know anymore. The world is full of lies and they’re used to protect the feelings of the victim/friend. Once the lie turns into a truth the victim/friend is pissed and you my dear is left hanging with the guilt. My question is what is wrong with not wanting to hurt the other person’s feelings? What is wrong with trying to shield the other person’s pain of rejection? Sure the outcome if you told the truth would most likely be the same. It’s a 50/50 game. There is a fifty percent chance they might embrace your criticism or hate your guts. The thing is that you’re honest. And being honest is better than being a liar. There is nothing wrong with trying to save the tears of young girl by lying to her and to make her feel good, but you shouldn’t do it in the first place. Honesty is the best policy my friends. Now I’m totally off topic to what I was really going to write! Damn! Let’s go on with a genuine issue here. I was going to write about girls and how girls are……I don’t know. However I do know that girls can be weird sometimes. It happened on 12-06-07. With words I mistakenly yet harmlessly said were taken the wrong way. I can’t recall what I said nevertheless it sparked her to say “you broke my heart.” When I heard those words I was shocked, horrified, it felt like some one took a stun gun and shot me with it just to see me suffer. Well, let’s just say it hurt. That’s not all that happened. Apparently I’ve managed to throw her heart into the ocean and now she can’t find it. Well I guess I shall go fetch it. Since that day I have been searching every ocean on the damn planet! The light of the moon is brighter than I thought until I’ve spent countless hours out in the night. The stars were just an audience. My heart is on her in-table next to her bed. She may not know, but she keeps accidentally shoving it off and as of a couple of weeks ago I let it break. She shoved it and I watched it fall. I didn’t feel like saving it anymore. I’ve lost hope! I take the blame! The thing is my dear sweet friends are that I found her heart and I’ve kept it for a while. You don’t have to tell me how horrible it was to do such a thing. I’ve kept it right next to the paper heart that I carry around and that replaces my old one. As much as it hurts to do so, it’s a must for me to give her, her heart back. I shall love her forever with pain in my paper heart. She is such an amazing girl. There is no one else out there like her. No one has ever made me smile as much as her. She is as stunning as life itself. She is my muse for everything in my life. She is Cole, my best friend!