So im just sitting here....
-in a dark, cold room
Alone...

Wondering why everything that has happened to me had to end this way
All the pain I went through with Mark I thought had ended
But it just made everyone hate me, hate him for "changing" me.


But now I wonder...
Was it worth it?
Worth staying up till 1 in the morning on the phone with him crying over what he did,
Listening to him cut himself over my tears.
Hearing him almost say goodbye to me, forever.
And hearing him say "I love you,more than you could ever imagine" and actually saying it back to someone for the first time.
Was all of that worth being able to save his life but end up loosing him in the end, and my "friends" in the process?
Tell me, was it worth it?