Yet another true but bruising truth the future holds in my, the life on Naya Busch's life. Enjoy?
Wow. It's May 19th, 11:59 pm. I stayed up all that time hoping and wishing in my brain that my prom dream would happen. Everything I've worked for, gone to waste? I dreamed my prom dream would come true and I would once be happy again. It didn't.
Just like my dad said, family, friends, and even strangers did. I should've listened. Now I'm more bruised than when I started, if that was even possible.
Broken, I sighed, taking my dedication ring off and the same ring I never take off to show my love for the boys and the man I loved more than anything, Harry Styles, and I threw it across the room, not caring where it landed. The same way the boys had never cared for me. I cared for them with all my heart. I had nothing left. They didn't care for me at all.
I walked over to my prized prom poster, the same one I had spent all that time making and holding it up for Harry to see and ripped in into millions of pieces, sobbing quietly to myself.
"No more dreams, no more feelings, no more, I quit!" I said, sobbing.
I got my laptop, trying not to make the bright light noticeable, and logged onto my social media where i said, "To all you who believed in me: you were wrong. To all the haters: you win." I said one last time. I had left almost all my social media.
Sad and broken apart. I had a broken heart, and the people, the boys who could fix it would never know how deep I slipped until it was too late to get me back. The old Naya was gone.
