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Caring doesn't make you weak it makes you human
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Any plan I had to get back at Jasper disappeared that night.

I was a mess.

I didn't know what to do and in that moment I wished I hadn't pushed Shane away.

He is the only person that could calm me down.

That could stop me from doing something I would regret.

He is the person I trust the most.

I love Hannah and Justin to death, but when it comes to this kind of thing.

The only one that can stop me is Shane.

When I pulled into my driveway I could tell my house was empty.

All of the lights were off.

My mom was on a business trip so that left me alone for a couple weeks.

I fumbled with the keys my hands were shaking.

I rushed into the house slamming the door shut.

I was so embarrassed, and angry at myself.

I let Jasper see me weak.

I let him see me cry I showed that I still cared for him.

He didn't even care that I was crying he just sat there staring.

Did he ever truly care for me?

Then suddenly I got an idea.

I was gonna do something I was gonna regret, but it was gonna feel good.

I ran up the stairs to my room.

I walked over to my closet and pulled out a box.

It had everything Jasper related from our relationship.

So pretty much pictures or anything he ever gave me.

After we broke up I took everything and shoved it in the box.

Hoping that it would all just disappear.

Now was a perfect time to get rid of these things.

I opened it and pulled out and old picture frame.

The picture was of me and Jasper and I was on his back smiling like and idiot.

My sadness disappeared completely and turned to rage coursing through my body.

I threw it at the wall the glass of the frame broke.

After that I pulled out a little glass music box he got me.

I saw it at an antique store and It reminded me of my grandma.

Jasper bought it for me for our 1 year anniversary.

I threw that at the wall.

I threw 2 more picture frames I wasn't called down but I couldn't find anymore picture frames.

I looked at the mess on the floor.

Glass all over my hardwood floor.

Since I wasn't thinking straight I walked over, and started picking up the glass with my hands.

I ignored the stinging coming from my hands that came a couple times when I picked up a piece.

I wasn't being carefully I was too blinded with rage to even think.