More about love. It's just this girl who I love and I do mean love. I would kill for her, no lie. I just know she doesn't love me. She loves another guy. I hate it, I hate him. I just know what I would do without her in my life. It's an endless chase, a coyote and road runner story. All I want is for her to see me as more than a friend but a boyfriend. Every time she asks me what I think about her boyfriend or starts talking about him I lose it inside. I lie straight through my teeth trying to make her happy and I think it's killing me. In need help, but I know no one could help ugly fat me. What should I do? You tell me.
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Twisted Thoughts From a Twisted Mind
Short StoryA book explaining the demon inside me trying to get out. The sad, depressing demon that I keep down with fake happiness.
