There really is no point anymore. I can fight, beg, and cry until I can’t breath. And it means nothing. You won’t come back and I have to accept that. I’ll write down everything I have to say and then erase it because I know that’s what you’re going to do. People tell me that if I really wanted him, I would fight for him, But that only works when they want you to fight for them.
July 7, 2009