Zoë
Tired.
I am so tired.
So so tired.
I walk into school, my carefree attitude slipping from me. I put so much foundation and concealer to cover up the bags I began developing under my eyes.
Everything is slipping from me.
These walls I spent so so long trying to make invincible. One slipped past it. He was like a leaf blown in the wind and he just so happen to land inside. And I was so caught up with the idea of finally having someone to talk with that I did not realize he practically already had my heart.
I believe that pushing him away has done me more damage than letting him in would have. But it's far too late to go back and apologize, what's done is done and now no amount of "I'm sorry's" will fix this.
I walk through the halls, people looking at me in disgust. I do not have the energy to even manage a menacing glare.
I see him walking, a petite girl by his side. She is under his arm and they are talking and he is smiling at her.
Tired.
I am so tired.
I am so so tired
of being here when all I see is him reminding me of how much I actually fucked.
Perhaps I will find a way to fix it all. Perhaps I will demand mother to have us move away from this horrible place full of unwanted memories.
Perhaps I will move away and he will not have to deal with seeing me and I will not have to deal with seeing him.
It's a perfect idea.
