"Pain demands to be felt." - John Green. Love demands to be felt too. I'm only 15 and I've experienced a love so deep, the only reason I wouldn't kill myself if he asked me to was in case there was no one else to look after him as well as I did. I was deluded. I was helpless to the point of not ACTUALLY REALLY helping him at all, just being a pump for his ego. He ignored me for months at a time while we were 'dating' and I was still infatuated with him, still am. It will never end. He smashed my heart into three pieces. Now when people ask me how I am, a part of me is okay. A part of me is amazing. A part of me is dying but will never actually die. He broke me.  So now I fabricate fictionary love stories that I have full control over to help the constant feeling of helplessness deep in my soul. This is my life now.
At the bottom of the ocean.
Still sinking.