Don't read if ur not jessa. I mean I guess u can idrc but like shhh don't read
"Why won't you tell me what's wrong?" Jessa asked me.
"Because there's nothing wrong. I promise. I'm okay," I replied softly.
"No you're not. I can tell that something's wrong. You haven't been acting the same lately. You mope around all day and you go to bed early but you don't sleep, you just lay under the covers and toss and turn and sigh really loudly. And I hear you crying at night when you think I've already fallen asleep. Don't tell me nothing's wrong because I know something is."
I just kind of stared silently at her for a while. Had I been that obvious about it?
"I'm sorry. I just..." I started, my voice cracking a bit. "I just didn't want to burden you with my problems. I thought I'd be okay if I kept to myself but I wasn't. I just hoped you didn't notice."
"What wrong?" Jessa asked again.
"I don't know I just get this sudden overwhelming exhaustion and I feel sad and shitty but I don't completely know what's wrong. And I don't always feel like that, sometimes I'm happy but then it comes back and I don't know what to do with myself. I don't want you to worry about me," I explained. Tears started welling up in my eyes and a few fell down my face.
"Alora, you know you can tell me anything. If you're feeling bad just tell me and I can help you."
"I know but I don't know I just feel like you won't like me anymore if I do."
"No of course I wouldn't stop liking you! if anything it'd be the other way around," Jessa said.
"No, I could never stop loving you!"
"Well I don't know," she replied.
"I couldn't."
"You might."
"I won't. Now come here you squish, I need a hug."
Jessa wrapped me in her arms and I snuggled against her body, immediately feeling happier, warmer, and more secure.
"I love you," I said.
"I love you too."
I TOLD U IT WAS SAD AND I TOLD U IT WAS SHITTY AND I TOLD UUUUUU
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Awkward Rambles of a Meme-Loving Girl
AcakA girl who talks too much and has a concerning obsession with memes (me)