Excerpt #29

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I check my phone every ten minutes hoping to see a text from you. I know you hurt me, and we may never talk again, but I got so used to talking to you. I didn't think we'd ever just stop. You make me really angry. I think about how I never knew if you liked me or not. If you enjoyed taking to me, or absolutely hated it. I never knew if you were happy to see me, or wished me gone. Sometimes I even wonder if those smiley faces that you'd send were to throw me off, or if you really meant them. I just don't know

-J.Z. // Excerpt from a book I'll never write. #29

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