I felt like crying. I felt like crawling into a corner and crying my eyes out. So I did. Why? Because my heart ached for the one I had loved. The one who finished off my heart so that nothing was left. Why was I in pain? Why couldn't I be loved? Why couldn't there be one guy who loved me back? Why was I not good enough for anyone? Why was I still hoping? Why was I still trying? Just...why? I was short on hope but it was there. Not for long, though. I wouldn't ever find love. So I don't ever want love. So why was I crying in a corner? Because a stupid boy broke my stupid heart? That wasn't a good enough reason. I stood and wiped my eyes. If I didn't want love, I sure as check wasn't going to cry over it. Why? Because I had friends who cared about me enough to fill the empty space within me. I was determined to not let love keep me down and live life the way I to. And that's how it'd be. Forever.