"I guess it's just me alone again" April said. Why can't somebody just love me? Why is it so hard? I thought Punk was different. I thought he loved me. I guess not. Punk didn't even look human. He was an animal, reckless spitting out our personal lives to millions of people. Somehow I managed to drag myself to my hotel room and just as im about to open the door I hear "I'm so sorry". I know that voice to well. It belonged to CM Punk.
"Why?" I ask "What exactly are you sorry for?" " You humiliate me on live telivision, break my heart and tell everyone about my personal life and all you have to say is sorry?
"Well what exactly did you expect April? I'm not gonna kiss your ass just because you're a little butthurt!" He replies.
"I expect an sincere apology! What the hell Phil! You humiliate me out there and then waltz on in here like nothing happened!
"Fine then! You want an apology April? I'm sorry that I ever met you. I'm sorry that I thought I could date someone so pathetic! Someone so weak so frail a pathetic little girl!
" Did you even love me Phil? Do you even love me now?
"I'm sorry April but no I don't"
"Okay goodbye Phil"
So sorry but I have to cut of here tablets about to die thanks for reading.