the end.

the end.

Love is...
something.

it buds, grows, blooms, swells, explodes brilliantly,
and then ends bitterly.

Well, at least, that's how it was for me.

You give yourself completely to someone,
your heart, your soul.
And you're happy.

But things change.

The thread between lovers thins,
and then snaps.

The rug is ripped out from under your unexpecting feet.






On December second, Hunter broke up with me.
After five days of nothing;
no contact at all.

It's tearing me apart.
I'm suffering more than I can explain,
and more than I can let anyone see.

Today is my fifteenth birthday.
And so far, it's been the worst day of my life.