Can't take it anymore. Can't sleep, can't think, I don't even do much exercise, and I'm still freakin losing weight. Not a good thing when I'm already underweight. But why? Why? Wish I knew... She's still in my mind. Dunno what the hell is going on, but she's exactly the opposite of when I met her. As for me... I'm just trying to kill off the part of me that still cares about her... Keepin' it a bit shorter this time. Don't want to think anymore... just wish this was a big nightmare...

Who am I? Look into the mirror, and all I see are two haunted eyes, staring right back at me. Who I am doesn't matter, has never mattered. I stand up for what I believe in, generally try to help people out. Don't drink, don't smoke; yet ironically I always seem drunk and have a smoker's cough. Heh. But I've seen what drugs and alcohol did to my step-dad, and don't want to end up like him.. What's on my mind? Her. She doesn't understand, that I don't care about her. She used to be a good person. Used to be. But when I found out about the drugs and alcohol, I started to care less. And less. And less. Then, the lies and deception, and I stopped caring. But I didn't stop caring. Deep inside, I felt very hurt when she told me about how she was drinking last night.. It terrifies me. After all this, after what she did to me, the stubborn me still cares. It's something that shouldn't happen. Gotta get some sleep, I've been losing weight and can't think clearly. oh well...