She layed there on her bed, staring at her ceiling, counting how many tiles were there and wondering what would happen if one screw wasn't tighted tight enough:

I am lost without her, Lizzie's found bigger and better things and I was left behind.There was no way she wil come back now, she is rich and famous, and we just cramp her style. The only way I could see her is to turn on MTV and that isn't a way to keep a friendship alive.

This was much harder on Gordo, Lizzie leaving and all. I came back from Mexico and he was a mess. She basically just pulled a hit and quit. He loved her and she just wanted the practice. She doesn't even write to him anymore, I seriously believe that he just might kill himself one of these days, because of her.

In Mexico, I realized that Gordo was special to me and Lizzie was lucky for a guy like him to be head over heels in love with her. So I tried to get over Gordo by finding someone else, and I found this other guy, who, basically, was the guy version of Lizzie but Mexican. He did the same thing to me, that Lizzie did to Gordo and when I came back I was a mess as well. But I had to be strong for Gordo.

All of that leads to now, me, here lying on my bed, staring at my ceiling, counting the tiles and wondering what would happen if one screw wasn't tightened tight enough.