I sat in my chair, inside my dressing room. I rubbed my eyes. I hadn't slept for days. I yawned and lit my last cigarette. I picked up the magazine on my table. I scoffed at the cover.

"Jang Geun Suk Broke My Heart! How Will I Survive?!" I rolled my eyes.

All of this was your fault. You're the reason we broke up. The reason why we aren't together anymore.

I sighed...I stared at the hate mail. Some even came from my own so called 'fans'. I leaned my head back against my chair. Would this ever end or who I forever me a bad guy? Am I really that bad for being upset about what you did? I rubbed my temples. I grabbed my script. I still had work to do. I wouldn't let this affect my work. I was strong enough to do that at least.

I stared at our pictures from your birthday party last year. The bar was darkly lit but I could still make out your every curve. It made me angry. Everyone thinks you're such an angel, but you are far from it. It's completely wrong how two-faced you are. how I  ever loved you...Im not even sure of myself. I guess it was because, to me, you always showed your true self. I took the pictures in my hands and began to rip them apart one by one. I hated these pictures. I HATED them.

I clutched my chest. I couldn't take it anymore. I'd been acting like it had hurt for so long. I looked myself in the mirror...

"What are you going to do...When the Whiskey ain't working no more? Life don't feel like before?...What are  you going to do?" I watched my reflection, Tears staining my cheeks. I hung my head and cried my heart out, I sobbed until I felt like I couldn't cry anymore...and Thats when I picked myself up off the floor and moved on with my life....

"Everybody knows what's goin' on

But everybody's wrong. "