There was only so much a person could take before giving up. Because sometimes we couldn't handle all the weight that was thrown at us. At some point, we needed to stop. To get away from it all. To get rid of all the weight, and feel relief. But we often forgot one thing: the things we did and said were also burdens, and we could never get rid of those. Those things will always be a weight on our shoulders, haunting us and reminding us what we had done. Even when I had tried to forget, here I was. Back in my room. The last time I was there, I believed my boyfriend was Alessandro Ginoble. And the people I cared about were left to oblivion.
Someone out there once said that we were the things we said, the things we did, the expressions we made, and the things we loved. If that was true, who
