The words I don't have the courage to say. I'm breaking up with you. We've been through a lot and it's been more than amazing. And it's not even the kind of "im breaking up with you" relationship. But it is. And I am. Last summer was hard. You two, always together. Me, always alone. You two, living together. Me, apart. We all experienced different things and our hearts were molded in different ways. And when we were brought back together, I wasn't the same. And neither were you. Because a summer is a long time. And a lot can change. Last semester was hard. On a scale of 1-10 on how I felt, 1 being the worst, I was -100. I wanted to die every second of every single day. I wanted to kill myself. I felt so unhappy and miserable. I writhed in bed every night in torture. I quit believing in God's love, because I felt none. And I cried and you cried and we all hurt each other. And all the time I think about how it isn't the same. And it w...