You know, people start judging me as 'depressed'.
'Come on, go out and have some fun, don't be depressed like you always do!'
'You need to forget him, stop being a petticoat and come to Marco's party tonight, there are so many!'
And I'll spare you all the others!
But why can't they understand?
Do they really think that all it takes is a party and dirty boys to get out of my 'state of depression'?
No, it's not that simple.
The fact is that I broke the phone.
I was tired of people underestimating what I think about you.
You weren't just 'my boyfriend' to me.
You were this and much, much more, but I think you already know this.
I don't even have a 'friend' anymore.
'Friends'.
Why are they called that if they are all so fake?
I mean, if they were real they would have stayed, they would have helped me at least, wouldn't they?
None of them ever really listened to me, none of them ever cared about me.
It was just you.
And I still can't believe that after 3 years it really turned out this way.
And in the end you revealed yourself like everyone else too...
Yes, now there is really nobody left.