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November 12, 2008
My very own boulevard of broken hearts, as it were.
Mom took to calling me heartless around this time. She might have been right, but I did _try_ to let them down easily. But truth be told I knew (or thought I knew) what I was looking for and once he stopped being that, well, what was I supposed to do: lie? pretend I was happy? Yeah, that wasn't going to happen. Still, I do kinda cringe when I think back on those boys, I could have been a smidge nicer after the breakups and stuff.