But as i lay there, it only seemes like silence filling my ears. And the thing was, it was so freaking loud.

That first love. And the first one who breaks your heart. For me, they just happen to be the same person.

So what do you wear to dump somebody?" she asked me, twirling a lock of hair around one finger. "Black, for mourning? Or something cheerful and colorful, to distract them from their pain? Or maybe you wear some sort of camouflage, something that will help you disappear quickly in case they don't take it well.

It doesn't matter, anyway, why you like me. Just that you do.

For two hours I'd felt myself stretching tighter and tighter, like a rubber band pulled to the point of snapping. And now, I could feel the smaller, weaker part of myself beginning to fray, tiny bits giving way before the big break.

I am not breaking my rules,' I snapped, hating that I'd ended up on the advice-recieving end of things, jumping from Dear Remy to Confused in Cincinnati all in one summer.

Life shouldn't be about the either/or. We're capable of more than that, you know?