I thought I could handle it, y'know? I thought I could handle you just leaving and giving up on me and shit.  And I can't even tell anyone how I feel because it's too embarrassing. "Oh, look at that. She got left again. Another guy promised her the world and then pulled the rug out from under her. Big shock." You were gonna be my escape. The thing that keeps me going all week. I've got great friends, yeah. And this other guy that wants me, promising the world. But you were supposed to be the reason I don't need him. My adventure, my saviour. I've never been this way about someone. How can you just leave me like that? Like everyone else did... you swore you'd never give up. And then you want to taunt me with your friendship? You realize that's like saying you can keep your dog after it's been destroyed by a car right in front of you. You know what it's like! To be friend-zoned like this. And what's worse, YOU started it. You told him you missed me, wanted to know me better, wanted to talk to me. And then twice, you take it away from me. And I shouldn't be alone today. My brother just left. And it's taking all I have to just not down that bottle of pills. And if I do. I'm sorry. But how am I supposed to pick you up when I'm on the ground too?