Sorry heart. You're suffering, I need to save you before you can cry yourself to death. Sorry. T'was hard. Really.

And when you agreed with me leaving you, I felt weak, real fucking weak.

Deleted all my posts today. It just brings too much memories. And it makes me cry. Really cry. To people who think that my pride is slowly eating me, it's true. But I am still fragile, bitches. That's is. All of a sudden I feel like a total idiot typing all these things.