The day was eventful. It was pleasant and sweet. But as the sun proceeded to set, the usual thoughts slowly kicked into gear.
"What if she does go...."
"Oh well. You're prettier than she is anyway. And you're not a stuck a bitch"
"But, even if it's not right now, she WAS/maybe is, what he did want. I can't compete to that."
"You don't know that he doesn't want you. He doesn't just hold hands with anyone Missy"
"I know that.. but she was someone that he dated. Which means he saw something in her. She's special to him, in a way that I probably am not and wont be."
I closed the internet browser and lit a smoke. Shaking with fear and loneliness, I slid to the floor, and eventually found myself curled into a ball, crying. Eventually I found the strength and moved to my bed. The nightmares were just beginning, and I wasn't even asleep yet.
About Me
- Elocrocker
- Words are powerful things. Whether the story is written for entertainment, educational, or for personal/psychological reasons, all words can leave an impact upon someone else's life.
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