Sorry…sorry, sorry. If I could get past this line. Ok I don’t want to live. If I can’t give my love to you. Baby, I’m Sorry, No... No... No... scratch that. Sorry I’m sorry, what did I do wrong? The sound of the rain against my window mimics the beating of my heart. I just thought of my heart being thrown against a rock. It splashed and left a permanent stain where it landed. I don’t have any plans. My whole world is upside down. No... That didn’t come out right. Maybe I'll tell her this! Many papers thrown to the floor. I just can’t find or get the words right. Broken pencils surround me. Looks like a battle zone. I am the casualty. Sleep doesn’t come easy. Everything is going wrong. Just broke my last pencil, and I don’t have a sharpener. Can't Concentrate. Can’t seem to do anything right anymore. Why did she have to say goodbye?