I stare down at my dirty, scuffed up converse while thoughts and memories flash painfully through my mind. I wonder if I will ever be able to lift my head up high and face the world again. Pulling the trigger sounded nice. It's not like anyone wants me anyway, or at least anyone that matters. He was the only one I had ever loved. That boy was the closest to perfection I had ever been. He didn't judge. He loved me, for me. I guess he didn't love me enough. He's with her.