Fuck This.

[ladyastreia]

I promised myself that I wouldn't cry about him ever again. And I'm not. And this isn't about him so much as it is about what he's done to me. I didn't realize until this week how fragile my trust is in people and how easily my trust can be bruised. And bruised it must be, because I ache.

Fuck this.
And Fuck you, Zac.

I don't want to be broken and alone anymore.