Heartbroken shit... again.

I haven't written my heartbroken shit for a long time... And yet, she has. Almost every single day... I don't know... I can't seem to figure out how I am supposed to feel about it. I feel a failure, a simple piece of crap... Am I meaningless to her?

So here I am, writing more heartbroken shit. I can't believe she's written shit like "Does he really love me?" and stuff.... I felt displaced, a failure, just another asshole on Earth... I couldn't help shedding a tear... and then two, and three... until we both cried together... I hadn't felt so miserable for a long time...

I hope those were the last tears I'll shed in a long time to come... Or I may not live to tell the tale... again...