6 hours. 6 full hours. I've been wanting to die. Cry. But, i cant. Its like something's telling me not to. Its stupid really. Me crying over a stupid word, but it hurt. A lot. I give up. Let death do me in, i don't care. Whats the point. God, i sounds pathetic. But, thats how i feel. Pathetic, tired, broken. And all because of a stupid, senseless word. But is it my fault or his. I don't know any more. I'm sick of arguments, lies and broken promises. I guess these 6 hours of sadness weren't pointless. They helped me realise that he was a jerk who doesn't deserve what he has.
