I hate her.
I felt various emotions as I faced a depressed girl with dried up tears shown on her face that are obvious because of her mascara.
She looks like shit.
Her hair is messy.
Bruises was evident as well.
But what's worse was that depressed girl is me.
I just cried after seeing my boyfriend, now ex, leave me.
I was in a toxic relationship.
For some reason I was the one who felt bad even though I am the victim here.
All I wanted to do is to end everything.
Why did I even loved that douche?!
Well, maybe because he was handsome? He was sweet? Or maybe he was faking it at first.
Young me thought that he was prince charming.
Well he was, in our old school he was and I was the princess he chose.
I always dreamed of getting fetched by a prince and send me to a big castle.
But then again, I was young.
Well. Advice to kids? Don't believe everything you see on TV!
I, before, felt like I was a princess rescued by a prince.
But now? I felt nothing like a helpless ragdoll that was torn apart by an ugly gangster who pretended to be a prince.
How hard it may seem, I'd rather accept this. Reality.
Because the truth is: We don't live in a Fairy tale.
"Life is not a fantasy, sweetheart" I bitterly said.
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♡ caza4raia
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