It's 3:31am and I can't sleep. I've not been able to sleep for a week now, I guess that's how I know my depression is creeping in.

It's 3:31am and all I've done is sleep now, and by sleep I mean lie awake in bed listing all the reasons, that he chose someone else.

Let me sit at list all the reasons she was better than me. Her hair, her smile, her lips, her eyes. God I hope not her eyes, they have always been your favourite part of me. But i guess that's why *** was so easy for you, because who wants to **** a girl with pretty eyes and an ugly body?

Tell me, do you know how to put back together a puzzle that has had some of its pieces thrown away, or how to stitch someone back together with string? Because I'm trying to learn I really am, but those puzzle pieces are missing, and the string is falling apart. How do you put a person back together, and put their heart back into their chest, when the hole that's left no longer fits the heart that remains?

It's 3:31am and you look so beautiful next to me. I'll close my eyes and try going back to sleep.