I stepped numbly into the shower, not caring as the hot water scorched my tender skin. This sucks so bad, even when I know no one was at fault. I wished I hadn't knew him. I wished my heart was as naive. I wished so many things. I closed my eyes, letting the water run over my face, letting it wash away the tears that stained my cheeks. I wanted to curl up all day and snot-cry until there weren't any tears left. But I shook myself mentally, yelling at myself that I shouldn't be so depressed, that I would soon get over it and be able to talk to him straight in the eyes without wavering. Stepping out of the shower, I stared at myself sternly. Well, face the damn truth or be damned. Making sure the smile I smacked on my face didn't turn upside-down, I stepped out of my bathroom.