I was never good enough.
I got tired of the way he treated me. I got tired of lying to everyone. I got tired of saying everything was fine and I was happy, because I wasn't. I felt used. Now I feel alone. I don't know which is worse. Time will tell. I'm sorry that I cant be perfect. I'm sorry that I'm a total screw up. I'm sorry that I broke your heart. But you still have mine, and with every passing second, it splits into smaller pieces. Jen, baby if you read this I need you. Call me or text me.