I have nothing to say. I AM EMO, DEAD. Broken hearted. Looking at you with him makes me jealous, thinking of you with him breaks me. Maybe i should give up. But i can't. This is torturous to me. I'm crumbling under the pressure. I really want to punch something, break something, make my knuckles bleed. I have never felt so empty, so dead, so jealous. I hate this feeling.