Since I can't sleep and this is all I can think about, here's part three of me being sad about shit I can't change.
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I wish he just looked at me. I feel like I'm invisible to him.
Maddie didn't talk to me either, but that was probably more cause I didn't look or act like I wanted to be talked to.
When he was leaving, he passed by me. I stepped aside real quick so we could pass each other more easily and I looked at him. He avoided my eyes. He looked upset. He looked mad. It made me want to cry. I felt tears immediately start to boil.
I kept it in though. By the point I'd stepped outside, I saw his truck's passenger door shut. I knew it was Maddie.
Tears started to gather again. At that point I was halfway to my car, and when I finally landed in my front seat, I cried. I cried so much I got dehydrated before I'd even left the parking lot. It was that same disgusting, ugly crying that came straight from the heart. My head ached and my chest burned. All that went through my head was the same awful sentence.
this is all your fault.
That hurt more than anything else. It always will.
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