And you scream. You cry. You smash all your mother's vases and pots. You bang on every table and door. You lock yourself in your room and starve. You swear never to go out and be like the maniacs with those pom-poms again. You rip off all your hair. You sticks needles into your white flesh. You force yourself to throw up everything you have eaten in your whole pathetic life. 'Till you're reduced to only a worthless pile of fragile bones.

But is it worth it, I ask of you? Will any of these make him like you? Will any of these foolish acts you do make him take another look at your ugly face? Will he go down on his knees and beg for you to take him home, in front of all his bastard friends? Or will he willingly pay for everything you've ever wanted to own?

Will he hug you? Kiss you? Call you every night just to say "Goodnight"? Lie you down on his bed and promise never to leave you? Will he look you in your eyes and tell you he love you? Will he ask you out tomorrow night? Will he watch a movie with you that very day? Will he put his arms around you, and move closer each time the main character says a word that possibly mean nothing to anyone? And then will he walk home with you?

And then you will give everything to him that night. Your pride. Your freedom. Your passion. Your youth. Your life. You will give everything to him. And then he will take everything back. His money. His energy. All the time he had wasted before. And your pride. Your freedom. Your passion. Your youth. Your life. And he will take everything. Leaving nothing behind for you to mourn for.

Still, you cry. You scream and smash and bang. You make your parents sad. Your friends weep. Your teachers worried. But you don't care. Because he's a bastard. A scumbag. An asshole. And you're nothing but his slave. Giving him everything, making him stronger.

You bitch. How could you be so silly to believe him? Why are you so stupid. Brainless. To think he was the one for you. Now he's gone. Everything's gone. Everyone gave their hopes up on you. And it's all your fault. You can go suck your father's dick and blame everything on yourself and your teenage life. Go on. Shout until your throat burst and no one will hear you now. It's too late for you to regret, anyway.