My whole body contracts, filled with anguish. There is no physical pain, but the psychological pain has filled my entire body. I scream as tears stream down my face. I scream nonsense and punch anything in sight that isn't you. You watch in horror, stunned, because what you said shouldn't have upset me that much. You call me a psycho and I run outside barefoot in pajama shorts and a tank top and collapse in the snow, screaming to the sky. I know how ridiculous I seem, but it seems like I can't control myself, and to an extent, I don't care. You tell me to come inside, and all I can do is scream. Not any coherent words, just a scream. You close the door, and I lay in the snow sobbing, not feeling anything but the pain inside.

My eyes were getting weak, and I seemed to be drifting in and out of conciousness. He was clenching my hand, leaning over me with tears running down his face - I hated to see him so upset. He was all I could see in the dreary hospital room that they had me in. Darkness, then awaking to his tears falling on my arm. Darkness, then I forced my eyes open again when I heard him say, "I love you with all my heart...please don't go."

I struggled, but I managed to get out, "I will always love you." before the darkness again.

It was dark, and I couldn't feel my body anymore. It felt as though I was speeding weightlessly though the air, but there were no eyes to open, no arms to move - just...me. I suppose the best I can explain it is that part deep inside of you that none of us can figure out...the soul, perhaps?

I knew where I was, and where I was going, all at the same time; I didn't have to see or hear to know. I was heading away from our planet, I was heading home, just like we all eventually would.

Every time I have ever been honest on here, I realized that none of you, my supposed "friends" actually like me, my opinions, or what I have to say...so I keep my mouth shut and just continue to post memes for you to laugh at and quietly watch the rest of you be honest, opinionated, and bold without the fear of the repercussions that you bestow upon me.

I longed for you, but you didn't want me, you made that very clear...but I won. I spent so long getting to know you, becoming your friend, doing everything I could for you, you laughed and pushed me away at every turn...but I won. Every tearful night, every dance you made me cry...I fought with you, and for you, and I won.

You eventually admitted that you liked spending time with me, that we were friends, and I won. You finally fell in love with me, and asked me to be yours, and I won. I was elated, years of heartache and dreaming, and I won. We were only kids back then, but for years we were happy, and everyone told us we were meant to be...finally I had won.

But then I lost myself in adolescence, and took you for granted - I left you for another - foolishly, regretfully...and you won.