My cheeks are stained with dry tears that fell nearly an hour ago.
Yet I still cry.
I can't believe this is happening to me.
Why? I don't know.
I have no clue whatsoever why God chose me to play this harsh part.
To make me stronger?
To help me get over him, because it's been so long?
I do not know why I live the life of an anathema...
I don't even know how to deal with my so-called tragedies...
I hear them say they care,
but they still seem like just whispers in the wind now.