1:32 AM

So it's like, really early in the morning.
Cierra's upstairs in my bed asleep.
I'm afraid to close my eyes for too long.

Connor told me you were done with me.
First thing that happened after he told me?
I'm pretty sure I stopped breathing.
But I blew it off because I didn't want anyone to see I was in physical pain.
I must say I'm trying not to think about it too much.
Too bad it's kinda hard not to mention you in conversation.
This is what sucks so much about losing you.
I know it was my fault, but I'm not sure I'm sorry.
I mean, I'm sorry I made you hate me, but I won't take back what I've said.

xxWalgreenzzxx (9:27:31 PM):
do you remember when you promised to always be friends with me?
ScreamoCharlie (9:27:45 PM):
Yes? I'm still keeping that promise

I think I'll always remember that and it sorta hurts now because times have obviously changed.
So thanks for saying it.
I wish you hadn't.

Cierra and I discovered something.
I think it's sort of funny.
You won't because it's a stab at you.
But right now, I don't really care.
"I don't know why you care.
She doesn't even know you're there.
She don't love your eyes.
And she don't love your smile.
Boy you know that ain't fair."
I like changing the words to songs.

I can't read these IMs.
They're making me cry.
I screwed up.
Then again, so did you.