"It's not complicated," they said. "You'll make it through the year," they said. They lied. All they did was lie.
"You won't miss it," she said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "It'll all be behind you. We can forget it all," She lied too.
"You're going to love me," he declared, sure of himself. "I'm going to make you fall in love with me." He was the only one who didn't lie- though he did the worst.
I was just trying to get away from it all; I wasn't trying to start something new. I never wanted this; I would never wish this upon anyone. All I had hoped for out of this summer was a simple getaway in Spain. All I wanted was sun; shopping; foreign icecream.
I didn't want love; I didn't want to meet him; I didn't want to meet his friends; I didn't want to get myself tangled into a web of lies and I most certainly did not want to hurt anyone in the process.
I could say it wasn't my fault, but that would be a lie- that would be a filthy lie. I could say I didn't fall in love with him after all, but that would be a lie, too.
I wish I never met them this summer.
Also a lie.
All I know is that at this moment, as I sit in my room, reevaluating my life and it's decisions as I stuff myself with pizza fries, is that I want to stab everyone. I want to stab every single person alive.
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Wake Me Up
RandomLife is complicated, I'd say, from experience. What I faced this summer, though, is something far worse than that. Friends were lost; enemies acquired; songs were heard; people were loved; people were lost, and worst of all, I was gone. Forever.
