i don't understand how i can write so much about a boy who destroyed me.... but i can't find the words for the important things in life. i look at him, and i don't know what went wrong. i don't know how i pushed him away 2 years later, and I am still not over this I'm over him but every time i find myself at the end of what i thought was a peppermint stick, i find he is the origin of every uncertainty and i don't get how i could've let him change me to the way i am never in a million years, did i ever think i would be the cheater his rejection has been the last but it was him who made me feel sorry for every self-pitying sobbing heart i know what it feels like to have nobody, to have nothing, and to want something real when all there is is a chalk board. START OVER