I really wonder why people suddenly change after they get what they wanted. One day they are sweet, the next day, they are not. One day they are there, the next day they are not. One day you are important them, the next day you are worthless. One day they love you, the next day they don't care about you. That's how ironic things and people can be.Pretty shits, pretty lies, pretty fucked up. But it's still your choice. Cause you choose to get hurt, when you choose to be in love.