I couldn't say anything to make him stay. He was pushing me away and I can't stop him. I've hurt him too many times and now he is doing what's right for him. There is nothing I can do. Nothing I can say. My actions have spoken enough for the both of us. It wasn't like that. He wouldn't listen to anymore of my shit and for once I didn't blame him.

Again. She promised. And again it didn't mean anything. I trusted her so many times that I couldn't do it anymore. I don't see how she could have hurt me so many times and still have a clear conscious. Still be able to sleep at night. I sighed as I walked away from her. I can't look at her anymore. I don't see how she could continue to make me promises that she just can't seem to keep.

I ran up the stairs to my room and, slamming the door, I collapsed next to my bed. How could I have done this to him? 3 years. 3 years he has put up with my shit and I haven't cared as much as I should have. He was my constant. My rock. The one I always turned to. Who do I turn to now? I curled up and let tears stream down my face.