"The hardest thing isn't being lied to, it's knowing you weren't worth the truth."

I'm too emotional, too passionate, too intense. And I'm not going to apologize for that. I am who I am. I shouldn't probably care about all of this as much as I do. But I do care. I thought you told me everything. But you don't. I thought you were someone I could count on when everything else was crashing down. But I found out differently the other night. And it shouldn't kill me, but it does. And the saddest part is, I don't think you even care. Because it's just another thing you have to deal with. So I'm sorry for being mad, but then again, I'm not.