The Art of Peer Pressure

Epilogue

Fuck love.

And everything around it.

I've tried so hard, to actually make this thing between us work.

But you don't care.

You kick me to the side.

Neglect me.

Hurt me.

Break me.

You promised me.

You promised me you wouldn't hurt me.

You told me you knew how heartbreak and betrayal felt.

But I guess I'm just not enough. I'm not like these other girls you want.

I'm worthless in your eyes. I'm useless.

What did you really want from me?

I tried.

I tried.

I tried.

But the more I try, the less you help.

The more I try, the more you break me.

So why try?

Why sit here, as you kill me with lies.

Sweeten me with your pity.

She's everything for you.

I'm nothing.

You never cared. You never will care. You're never gonna care.

So fuck you.

And everything about you.

Amanda Tesafay

Fuck Love

I finished writing my poem before looking over at the clock hanging on the wall.  It was four-forty five and I was trying to mail this letter off to the post office before it closed in fifteen minutes. I had a feeling I wasn’t going to make it in time so I knew I had to hurry. I grabbed the letter before slipping into a crisp white envelope. I then grabbed a black ball point pen, writing all the necessary information need on the envelops. Once I knew everything was good, I slipped on my red converse low tops, not bothering to change the denim shirts, and white American Flag MTV muscle shirt.

I then grabbed my wallet, phone and keys from off of my desk, before slipping them all into my bag.  I then took a quick look in the mirror, I knew I looked like a hot mess, with my hair thrown into a messy bun, and my face bare of makeup---not that I ever did use makeup, it always make my face feel stiff.  I grabbed my brush, before brushing the curls out of my hair , making it look a bit better than before, and tied an american flag bandanna around my head.

I smiled brightly before skipping out the door of my apartment and rushing to the Subway Station down the street from my apartment building.   I skipped down the steps two at a time before making my way through all the lines towards the subway I was going to catch to the Post Office. I quickly got on before taking a seat inside, I tried not to look at my watch, before coming off at my stop. Once I was on Havemeyer Street, I began sprinting towards the building praying the office isn't closed yet, but once I made it before the building, I sighed in frustration before turning away to make my way to Wynter’s place. I was near her and Aubrey’s apartment building so I guess they wouldn’t mind me stopping by.