letting go is a hard thing to
but, you see, it was easier for me then it should be for most
girls. i thought about how i cant take this depression anymore,
and i thought about how annoyed my friends must be with my constant
depression, and how im constantly making them
depressed by bursting into tears every time someone says his name.
then... i just got tired of crying. i just... i couldnt cry
anymore. and my heart was so worn out, and so beaten up from all
that heartbreak, that i couldnt love him anymore. i just
stopped. and so, the moral of the story is;;
all you really need are memories, best
friends by your side, and a long cry.