I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mending whole was good as new. What is broken is broken and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived. Frustrated because I can't tell if it's real. Mad because I don't know how you feel. Upset because we can't make it right. Sad because I need you day and night. Angry because you won't believe me. Aggravated because you don't understand what am passing through, but still I'll love you forever.