How do I tell you I've been faking? That I never really did get over it? I fell apart all over again last night. this whole time I've been telling everyone the same story. I played it different. It ended even worse, I think. Now no one knows but me, and I don't want to tell them. Some actually admire me for being over it, and I think they'd resent me for it to know I wasn't really over you. Fuck. See, I never know how to put all of this down. I form it so well in my head, but the second it leaves it all looks a jumbled mess to me. I'll try this again in a bit.