1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10. So I put up a tough front because that's what you have to do to succeed in this world. You have to do that so you don't end up like Caterina Valentine who has no clue about anything. Yeah, I lost him but I'm Jade fricken' West so I don't care. Do I? No. Yes? Well it doesn't matter because he's gone. Calm, cool, and collected Beck Oliver has finally given up on me. But I'm an actress, I'll act as if it doesn't matter that I'm fine. Yet, I 'm breaking; or maybe that's just my heart. Am I mean? A senseless, unwise jank? Is that why he left? Or is he the dumb one? I need someone to understand, to tell me that he'll come back, that I'll apologize say I'm sorry. We went strong for years but it's all crumbling down and it's the one thing I can't beat. So maybe my tough front didn't work out so well. Maybe I didn't succeed, maybe I turned out worst than Cat and maybe I'm the one who has no clue anything. And yeah I do care. He is gone forever. FOREVER. There's no point in ever keeping hope. But the little soft spot in me says there still is. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10.