"What you mean how'd I get your number? Girl you know I l-" "You have no clue what love is boy, bye." As I hung up the phone I stared at my wall. Wassup with me man? Like why am I doing what I am doing? Does my feelings give me the right to do the things I do? This isn't right, my emotions should motivate me into making it to the top. It should be persuing me into wanting better. My heart should be making me want to be better, not tear people down with me.All Rights Reserved