I don’t remember ever being hurt this much by anyone, and anyone who knows me knows I’ve been hurt, alot. I feel like a billion bricks are laying on my chest, and I have to deal with knowing you’re sound asleep in your bed. Worry-free. Like im the one who did wrong. And never once did I cheat. Or lie. Or do even half of what you did. I could never trust you again. I could never look you in the eye again. I could never be able to truly heal from this. I hate you with every bit of me, but still I wish you the best in life…

3:41 am  •  5 August 2011