Hey,

So you just broke up with me a couple of hours ago. The night before a med school test. I guess I should be mad about that. You’ve made me impossible to study. 1.5 years. A year and half. But it’s not the time that matters. We packed so much life into those 1.5 years. I gave you so much of myself. Pieces of soul that I feel I’ll never get back. You say we’ll talk again in a month. It doesn’t work like that. You don’t get to just drop me and pick me back up again. Like a doll. That’s what I feel like right now. A broken doll, thrown out to the garbage. I’m beginning to wonder how much fluid the human body can actually lose in tears. They don’t teach us that in class. I’m wondering if I hooked myself up to an EKG if I would actually be able to see the bradycardia from my heart slowly giving up and refusing to beat. I was fool. But I was a fool for you.