One day I will wake up, and finally, be numb. Because when your my young age, and already felt this much heartache, what is left? Nothing. No tears. No pain. No sadness or anger. No reason. Nothing will be here to guide me, or show me what’s real. And eventually I won’t care anymore. You can only try and express your adoration for someone special and get shot down so many times before it becomes just something your used to. Not being wanted. Or needed. Or thought of as anything other than a forever fucking friend. Goodbye.