A letter:
i should have listened to you and everyone else who told me to be careful with my heart, of course. i mean… i can’t say i regret going through what i did, but soon enough, i just might. i think i’m starting to get my heart broken a little bit. it’s kind of crazy how that can happen even if you don’t love someone, don’t you think? yesterday i just lay in my bed crying. i couldn’t even tell you why. i just didn’t want to think about it anymore and the next logical thing is to cry it out. hehe, i guess girls are like that sometimes. being lonely is one of those things—no matter how much you talk about it with someone it doesn’t quite make it go away. i talked to him for a second and for the first time i felt like i just COULDN’T be honest and tell him how exactly i feel. i hate that about life. the things that matter the most, that you want to say the most, you can’t. because there is no way you can ever make someone understand how you feel through words. and if they interpret it as anything less than what you feel, it’s a disappointment. you know what i mean? that words aren’t just words; but they’re loaded with so much heart and emotion that they can make or break you. and besides, you don’t want them to think you’re crazy or vulnerable or out of your mind. but let me tell you joe. girls are crazy. don’t let any of them tell you otherwise.
—Anonymous
