The last week was emotional. She cried a lot, I couldn’t make her stop, and she said a lot of things. She never insulted me, tried to hurt me, and promised me she wouldn’t end up hating me.

Three words: Load of crap.

She was saying things about me, insulting me to our friends. She was angry at me, and passing it all off as if she was instantly over me. She probably was. I mean, she said it herself that it was a stupid mistake in the first place.

It seemed to have hurt me loads more than it hurt her.

...

I can’t hear the music anymore.

Fuck.

Light pierces through the cracks as I try and open my eyes. There is someone sitting over me, he seems scared. I must have bled all over the floor because he is covered in blood too. My eyes are heavy though… I think i’ll sleep…

...

I’ve found a new girl I like. Always have jumped my heart from person to person.

I love her a lot, just like I always have.

I don’t think she likes me though. Nothing really there to like anymore, especially not now.