Look at me.
I got my heart broken on Friday.
On Saturday I went to my friends party,
Which turned into a girls night out, and I forgot.
Then I came home and picked the apple tree.
I'm still hurting.
But then tomorrow, I will not hurt.
I have two clases with him.
But they don't matter.
We never talk anyways.
I refuse to hurt.
To have weakness.
To suffer.