I understand. Yes. Of course. Goodbye.
Tears? No. I wouldn't cry in a time like this. It's better to remember the good times than the bad, right? I don't cry. Crying isn't like me. Crying is for weaklings and those who aren't strong. I'm strong. I don't cry. At least, that's what I've always been told. Don't cry or you'll look weak. Crying is a sign of weakness, right? Right. They left me for a reason, right? They had to have a reason. They wouldn't just leave me without a reason. That's insane, right? I look for confirmation that I'm right but I know that I won't get any. No one is here to hear me scream. I only have the voices in my head to talk to now, but even they don't like me. Come back. Come back, they say. They speak of them, of course, but why don't they speak to me? They ignore me, just like they did. Why won't they talk to me? Am I really that ugly? Please... I'm so lonely.
