It's December 21st, 2008. It's 12:22 A.M. on a Sunday morning. I'm still residing in New Jersey. I am no longer heartbroken. Actually, to be specific, I haven't been since August 25th. During the last few days of August, I met someone dearly to me. I don't know what I would have done without him. His name is Bill, and he's my everything. He's seventeen and I know, our age difference is a bit out...

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...