what can I say? What do I do? When I know that nothing can bring you back. It breaks me deep inside. and I cry each night knowing that you are out there and you don't think of me. how? where do I go from here. Yes I can still be Sammie. Happy and loud. But it's not the same. I lost it all. Why do all of you have to do this? Every single time. Every single fucking time. It's unfair. Just because I'm not as pretty as half of the female human population doesn't mean I can get through life with heartbreaks. It's fucking unfair uh.
in writing. || 2:20 AM