Christ Cole I'm sorry. I could never love you the way you had wanted me to. I never knew what you looked like, sounded like, never knew if we could work. Truth be told I thought I was dead at the time too. Walking around like the zombie that I still am. I"m broken, confused and close to shattering right now. Honestly I don't know why I bother responding since it won't make me feel better, or make me feel anything at all. It won't make a difference in your life. Or in mine. This group as well was the only thing I had. That and the many meaningless relationships I've had. Right now I'm self conscious about myself. No boobs. No a**. Hardly any curves. Just a pretty little face that every ROTC boy seems to fall for. I hate it. I miss the old group, truly I do. You made me happy like everyone else. But what made me so heavenly and special to you when I was the biggest b***h in the whole group? What made me special, Cole, or whatever your real name is?