Collette Rivers sighs as she looked down at her phone in her right hand, on her left, was a cigarette. Her fourth one this evening, she was waiting for a text back, any indication that she even meant a little bit to him but she was being proven yet again how little she meant to him. She sighed as the tear fell down her face. She was so tired of feeling this way. The overwhelming feeling of not being enough was clouding her judgement, and she went off of the messages and into her photo gallery. She clicked on their folder that she dedicated their photos into it and she sighed, seeing her big smile in every picture, and his was a slight smirk, and she felt stupid. She just wished more than anything that he cared about her, an fraction as much as she did him.