I don't know, what's happening to me. I was so fun and happy. Now, I'm in the slums, feeling broken and useless. I just wanted her touch. I just wanted her. Yet, when I reached out to her. She disappeared, like a ghost in the wind. Now, all I feel is that dreadful cold, tearing me piece by piece on the inside. It's saying something to me, It's calling me. At least I think, Sometimes I hear her name. I can't close my eyes anymore without seeing her face. What made me so attached to her. Why do I love so hard? This isn't what life was made for. The chances of this being read are slim. People, not just you who's reading but everyone around is different. Not just physically, but mentally. When's the last time to stop and considered talking to that girl, talking to that one person again. Building up relationships again with old friends. I have. I wanted her back. I needed her back. I tried. She didn't want anything to do with me. I was just a waste of time to her.
