When you like someone, truly like them. When they were the person you went to for anything: ranting, sharing good things that happened throughout the day, random shit.
And then you find out they like someone else. It hurts.
But it hurts even more when you fell hard and you thought they were falling too.
It's like a harsh smack from reality.
And then you just realize, you're alone. Again.
You thought just because you were there to lift them up, just because you developed feelings over time that they did too. Stupid, stupid girl.
Alone.
YOU ARE READING
Alone
Short Storya place where I let my inner demons write a journal written by the darkest parts of me **marked mature because it's not pretty **random updates
