I am so glad I can cry quietly while my sisters practically next to me. I don’t even know why I’m so sad, and why I’m even crying at all. I remember how we talked about breaking up tomorrow.. And i don’t know. I’m thinking about it again, even though each time we make up, I say I love you. I’m so frustrated at the fact that I am mad at you and you still treat me like the most special person in the world. I’m tired. I’m hurt. I can’t stop. I want a break. Another one. I just don’t know anymore.