In the end, I meant nothing. Wow. Sad. The one guy I would drop everything for, dropped me. Cool. Feels like I just got punched in the face and ripped out my heart.

Hiatus. I don’t want to talk to anyone or do anything anymore.

You mean nothing to me now.

Looks like I haven’t found the one. But that’s fine. School comes first.

That moment when you want something you can’t have. Fuck. Fight the temptation.

I keep a personal journal now. I can’t vent everything out on tumblr like how I used to.