The reason we all exist.

Reality.

After crying for almost too long, I think it's time to cut the strings and give up. She's not coming back, not even after so much begging for some miracle to happen I have given up. I can't sacrifice my whole life for someone who might not even call back. I need to realize that I have my own life to attend to. I'm just going to have to push through and heal. Yes it will take time but I'd rather be happy knowing she won't call back then to be curious and depressed wondering if she will ever pick up her phone and call. Well then I shall Rest In Peace finally after some hard consideration I have finally chosen what I need.
A few months later...
I have a job with my stepdad helping him and I get paid a couple of dollars so I guess my time is used pretty wisely. I still think at night what would have happened if I still waited. How bad would my head have been tortured. But it's fine now, I'm slowly recovering and I'm starting to get over this whole situation.
Next morning...
A message on my phone huh? From who?
Phone screen: Cynthia.
Oh no.
To be continued...