It was so fucking annoying.
Everyone was all cozy and in love.
It was fucking depressing.
You did nothing.
Maybe you didn't like me anymore.
My weekend was becoming crappy.
No one wanted to hang out with me.
I mean it was Valentines day, who would.
I was all alone.
I was sitting there, in the corner of my room, listening to music.
What else could I have done?
Nothing.
Empty.
I felt fucking empty.
Screw this.
Screw you.
Screw us.
Screw this day.
Screw my pathetic stubborn brain.
I hated it all.
I hated that I liked you.
I hated that I couldn't just tell people.
I hated that I was about to explode.
So close, I was so close to exploding.
I couldn't believe that you did this.
That was it.
It was all your fault.
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What I Meant
Teen Fiction(Completed but not edited) Everything lies within tangled webs. Feelings, thoughts, truth. You can try to lie. Fake a smile. But you can't fake your feelings. You can't fake how you feel, and even if you try, it never works. Or else you explode i...
