They called her pretty. She blushed a cute pink. Why did she blush? She was supposed to be mine? Why isn't she mine?
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Am I not good enough? Why did she let her hug her? She doesn't like to be touched. I thought I was special. Am I just another friend to her?
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Why am I crying? She can do what she wants. So why does it hurt that she was all chatty with a girl she's never met. I wish I had been there. I could've stopped it. Why did I have to work that day?
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I watched as they laughed together. It was probably nothing. People laugh at dumb things all the time. So why does my chest hurt? Why do I hate to see her laughing with someone else? She's just my best friend, right?
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She doesn't know. She doesn't know I'm in love with her. She's said she wouldn't mind dating me. Why would she get my hopes up?
She's with her again. She's so much prettier than me.. Why is she prettier than me?? Am I not enough for you? Please let me be enough.. I wanna be enough for you...
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Angsty Stories
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