The worst thing about a breakup is the feeling that you weren’t good enough. Now matter how special what you had was, it wasn’t enough. No matter how much you were loved, you weren’t worth it. I’m numb. I just want to run away. How can a love that was so special go so sour? How can somebody care so much and yet break you right to the fucking core? I’m done with love. I’m done with it all.