last night as i couldn't sleep, i opened my box full of your little letters and notes to me. i read through them and they didn't really make any difference to how i was feeling, because i knew every word written was now a lie. i found the one "show me your sex face plawks." i didn't even know that i still had it, and it just made me crack, i threw it on my bed and could not stop crying. all i could think was 'fuck you, you still make me laugh while you're still hurting me.' i laughed as i cried and just went all over the place. as tears streamed down my face, i put everything that reminds me of you in an envelope that's now in my diary. your i.d, yours letters and notes, song names that remind me of you. everything, it's all away where i can't get it. i read things that i had written just over a month ago of all the things i love about you, and just thought to myself 'what the fuck happened?' i wrote about the day you came over and we were lying on my bed, and how you kept touching my chin and how you kissed my nose. you said i had an amazing smile and that you were the luckiest guy in the world. what happened?