No one really knows how it feels to have their heart ripped out of their chest until it actually happens to them. Until they think that things are going according to plan, that things are perfect and then they hear the news. They hear the news they didn't think they could hear and it seems like the world is sliding out from underneath, it feels like someone ripped their heart right out of their chest and stomped on it repeatedly.
I didn't think it would happen to me, didn't think it could happen to me. I was such a damn fool. I want to burst into tears at all times, I want to scream and cry and hit things with so much force it breaks me and lets out the truth. I just want to let it all out but I can't. That's not the person that people think I am and I can't go there now. I just have to act like I don't care, that I don't feel lost and confused and just angry. I'm going through the movements, pretending nothing is wrong. And it hurts to act, it hurts to pretend.
I'm just fucking done. But I can't act like that, because then people will ask what's wrong. And they will get to the bottom of it. They'll get to the bottom of it because once they find their way in just a little, it sure as hell ain't that hard to figure shit out. So once again, I put up a facade, one made of fucking glass that so damn breakable it hurts. It's smooth and unemotional but inside I feel like a storm or a fire or a hurricane. I just don't want to pretend at all anymore.
But I do.
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FantasyThis is not actually one story and that's not actually a name but here is where I'm just gonna write a bunch of scenes for different stories. Yeah. Feel free to comment or give me ideas (of which I seriously need) or critique or whatever. Thanks bros
