The smallest things get me every time. I am sitting here completely sick to my stomach over the thought of you. My walls are never coming down again. Over and over again I let people in, just to be left behind and forgotten about. Thanks for adding on to my list. I confided in you and told you things that no one but my best friends know. Things that I have never told anyone at Siena, except for her. You're still playing your games. You need to stop, it's not okay. I can't understand why you would want to hurt me. I am already hurting plenty.