I don't know how to feel,  but neither do you.  But you decide to let them tell you what to do,  how to think,  and influence your act.  At least I'm not letting anyone get to me like that.  I may not have any friends now,  but at least I don't pretend in my head I do some how.  Your gone and I'm still where you left me.  I am not even sure what I would even do if you crept back into my life and went back to petyying me.  I don't have any feelings but I do willow in thoughts.  How dare you disengage those and spit on the simple and complex parts.  As of now I'm still tangled in this Web knowing I'm going to die half alive and or half undead.