Broken.

It's Monday. 10:07 p.m. on the eastern side of America. New Jersey is my location.
I feel sick to my stomach. I just told the boy I told myself I would never give up on I never want to see him again. Not in those exact words but I implied them. Has anyone ever heard of the song, The Last Something That Meant Anything? It's by Mayday Parade and is on the album, Tales Told By Dead Friends. Look it up on youtube.com or imeem.com. The lyrics are very powerful, emotional but stable if you know what I mean. I feel pathetic that a group of people that don't know me personally, know me emotionally.
Well, if you've never really had your heart broken, you don't ever want to experiance it. It's worse than dying. I know I'm only thirteen and barely old enough to think about love but ... it's like you spend your whole being and time to try to give somone your heart. And when they finally do get it, they tear it apart piece by piece and grind it into the ground until it's done. Dust. Nothing. And it destroys you, it really does.