I can’t help,
But read through all of our old conversations that I still have. How much of it was lies? Secrets you kept from me? How many times was it with her, really? How many girls? These are the questions I can’t help but ask myself as I lay in bed. Did you ever even really love me? You say you did. You said this was “Foreve_”. I don’ think foreve_ exists for me after what you did. Most things just didn’t seem to matter after I found out. I stopped going to church the day after I found out. I just can’t do it. I couldn’t do much of anything that weekend. I just layed in bed and cried. David and Becca helped me feel a little bit better. Now, they hate my guts. How fun. Everyone I ever get close to hates me and leaves me. How long are you gonna last, Brad?.
