"That day was and still remains the darkest day of my life."
F.A.B
I slammed my door shut as soon as I got into my apartment, I was furious, I was mad.
So this is how anger feels like?
How can you say you want to change me?
I need to calm down.
But why will he tell me that? Is it a bad thing to be the way I am? Is it horrible to be exactly like this? This is why I don't want to be with people, why I don't like relating with people, you'll be left broken...beyond repair.
I can't risk that again.
I dropped my bag on the floor and walked into my room and flopped on my bed, resting my head on the pillow then I felt something hard under it, I lifted the pillow and saw a box of chocolates right under with a folded note on it, I opened the note and it read;
"Don't be angry poppy, it's n
