Wednesday June25th 6:45pm

That pain that I feel inside is consuming me and I feel all I am is an empty shell of a girl I use to e. I just want to end all this and be that happy care free girl I was. But he shattered my heart and I don't know if anyone will ever have the patients to put me back together.. I'm like broken Glass sweetheart. Shattered on the floor. If you try to pick me up and out me back together you'll just end up hurting yourself. And even if you do manage to glue all the tiny fragments to make me whole again, I won't be the same as I was. They're will be cracks and chips and probably won't even be able to hold water again... I'm damaged. You did the right thing. The thing most people do with a broken glass. Toss it out and replace it. If only I could toss myself and replace me, but I can't, I am stuck being this broken pathetic girl that sobs uncontrollably doing the laundry because I find one of your shirts and break down in the shower because that's where we had out deepest discussions.. I'm no the same girl anymore, you're right about thAt. But it's because of you.. Not because of me..