Hmmm, where should I begin? It has been officially�fourty-two days�since the break up that nearly killed me a week ago. My wounds are almost healed but not completely, but the tears still continue to crash around me. People swear up and down that my fragile, broken, heart will heal soon, but I don't believe them. The wounds will leave scars�that will always remain�deep within�me, and the memories will surely be the death of me. Things haven't been the same for days, and so I continue to find myself in my thoughts, thinking about taking my very own life. Everday is a battle for me to not give in to the sin of death. But, when I truely think about taking my own life, the peace I find in my heart, makes suicide all the more tempting.
Recently a thing has formed between me and an exchange student. He's from spain and will be leaving in a month and a half. He told my sister that he thought I was "the one" =D The only draw back is that he'll be leaving. But he said that�he wants me to come to spain and visit him. I dont know how well that will go over� with my parents but its worth a shot. Cuz who wouldnt want to spend time with a guy they really like in SPAIN!!!???!!!?? lol The down side is that my sister really likes him, but he likes me and i like him. She's trying to make me choose between the two, and I know that in life u cant have everything. But I dont get why i cant have everything in this sitution. You know? Not to mention its not�fair that she's trying to make me choose between the two of them. Cuz its really stressful at times...�Well I've got to get to bed so night everyone!!