It is the final day here, the big day. I cried myself to sleep, thinking about the way that Connor left me, without an explanation. I don't feel to get out of bed, I feel like dying. I wish that I did not fall for him in the first place, I wish that I never gave in to his kisses and demands, I feel used, and cheap. My heart is shattered in tiny pieces. I force myself to get up from bed, I check my phone, nothing from Connor. When I tried calling him so many times last night, he never answered. He hasn't replied to my texts either. I go to the bathroom, I take a warm shower. Once I'm done, I wrap a towel around me and I walk over to the mirror, making sure my eyes aren't too puffy from all my tears. Shaving blades get my attention, I pick up one, the thought of putting it to my skin, what i
