loneliness is something that i always found comfort into. don't get me wrong i always had scar by my side but i couldn't help but feel something comforting in emptiness and depression.
the thing is that for the longest time when i was depressed, people couldn't tell i was. i think im slowly falling back into depression and this time people can tell.
today's the halloween party that scarlett and james will host, and i really don't feel like going, especially now that scarlett hates me.
she doesn't want me there that's for sure, she doesn't answer my phone calls and messages.
'bullshit'"i whispered to myself after seeing a post this blonde girl leo is 'dating' posted of the two of them, i may or may not have been stalking her page on instagram.
they're all having fun there and drinking their lungs out, i can tell from peoples stories that they post.
i need to talk to scarlett so bad, i can't ruin us, she's the reason i was happy in the first place. she was my shot in the dark so i can't let us fall apart like this
i rushed over to my closet and changed into my serena costume that we were supposed to wear together
did a quick makeup and fixed my hair and ran downstairs to my limo
'going out ms watson?' my driver asked and i nodded
'at scarlett's' we made our way to her mansion and i felt my legs getting weak, im getting anxious, what am i gonna tell her? what if she doesn't want to hear me
'i'll call you when i need a ride back' i simply said to him and left
the party is huge, a typical teenage spoiled rich party filled with spoiled teenagers dressed into whatever your imagination can go.
the amount of apologies i got from random people for bumping into me is insane, this is how full the party is
i decided to go to her yard cause i can't spot her anywhere near, scarlett loves a good conversation by the pool with her favourite martini so i bet she's there.
with a huge struggle i made it to her back yard that still had people but not the crazy type.
there she was, sitting by the pool with her boyfriend by her side, she seemed pretty good to be honest. not the slightest bit of hurt for losing me, ouch.
on my way to her i bumped into a girl, without thinking and caring i muttered a small sorry and continued my trip to my best friend, but the girl had different plans
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