Well, my life kind of sucks right now. Which, lucky for the approximate four people who actually read my stories, means that I am going to be writing a lot. Yay for drama!

Disclaimer: No, no, and no.

Look at you.

It's like you've pressed some big self-destruct button.

You had friends.

You had family.

You had love.

Why'd you have to throw it all away?

Give me a reason.

Just one.

Can't think of one?

Now what are you doing?

Don't try to win that love back.

You gave it up, you can't get it back.

You'll only make things worse.

Oh, now look at that big mess you made.

I hope you plan on cleaning it up.

But we all know you don't.

It's like you've got some new type of consumption.

You're destroying yourself.

Why would you do that?

I thought I warned you about leaving that love alone.

It's not coming back.

You can't have love, you gave it up.

You don't deserve it anymore.

Now, don't you go calling it a mistake.

You know you knew what you were doing.

Lying won't help you.

Stop denying it.

Oh, so now you're a liar, too?

Tess Tyler, the liar. The bitch.

Let's just add that to your resume.

You'll be needing one, since you just got fired.

Don't go crying.

There is no pity for you.

You spent all your time chasing that love.

I warned you about that, now, didn't I?

Now, don't you go running back to that love.

It's not there anymore.

Didn't you learn your lesson?

Are you stupid?

Or do you really want to

self-destruct.

I say this every time, but I will repeat it again. Please, if you plan on reviewing, write a decent sized review. Minimum at least seven words. And if you don't feel like writing one out, just write "Great story. It made me really sad." I won't judge you if you use that seven letter review.

I have more to post, so if you feel like putting me on alert or doing anything that makes me feel like people actually care about what I'm writing, go ahead.

Gracias.