What's the point?

Because of that one boy, I chopped off my hair.
I got a new style.
I became a new person.
Everything that reminded me of him, I got rid of. Everything, that is, except on thing.
The memory.
I can't erase my mind of you.
I can't forget everything we had.
You are my dream boy.
You were perfect...You are perfect.
You were the boy who would stay on the phone with me late into the night while I slept, just in case I woke up frightend.
You never called me hot.
I was always "beautiful" and "gorgeous".
But you no longer care.
So what if I still love you?
It doesn't matter.
So, I dare you to sit there and watch me throw my life away.
I dare you to look on with uncaring eyes as the girl you once loved and who loves you still screws up everything.
I will drink and smoke 'til I make myself sick.
Then, if you still don't care, I'll die.
I know can't live without you so what's the point of trying?