Oh, God, I just want to cry. I want to Earth to swallow me whole and sink me into an utter blackness. I want to scream, I want to throw something and have the satisfaction of watching it shatter at my feet. For days I have been silent, and now I break it, as I feel my soul breaking within me. Five simple words can make a person feel like a broadsword has run them through, and been ripped out, leaving a shuddering bleeding hole where once a heart was. Not that the person ever meant to hurt me, but the words did. It was like a sense of finality. I know you are all now wondering what was said, who said it, why it hurts so much. But to put those words on paper, to type them, is to admit that they actually were spoken, to admit that five words had the power to stop me mid-word as soon as they were uttered. For words to have such power over me is something that only those closest to me can fathom. And it is with this saddened phrase, that I end my thoughts: "It is both a blessing and a curse to be moved to the core by a single banner, and to follow that banner, no matter the cost." Lyrics of the Day: Warning: They are changed to suit a girl How much longer will this keep getting stronger? I wonder what he's doing when I'm singing myself to sleep. 'Cause she's a faker, so see ya later! I wonder when you'll realize that he means much more to me. (Switch all He's to She's and Vice Versa for the real thing.) Quote of the Day: "It is both a blessing and a curse to be moved to the core by a single banner, and to follow that banner, no matter the cost." Conversation of the Weekend: Seth: Hey Paula! Paula: Hey Seth! *double take* SETH! Run! M/J: Ooo, Hey Seth. Paula: *Mutters* Too late Seth: Hey! Mom: Hello Seth Paula: I think I need to wash my hands. *Slinks off to the bathroom*