Prologue
When?
When did I start feeling like this?
When did I start feeling so suicidal.. so useless.. so ugly.. so…. UNLOVED..
No.
I am always unloved.
Every.Single.Time.
“I hate you.” Crack.
“I’m better off with someone else.” Crack.
“Let’s just be friends.” Crack. Crack. Crack.
Every word they utter seems like a thorn that’s piercing through my already wounded heart…
Even though…
It was not broken. Just mended.
My life is like a time loop. Everything keeps on repeating. I fall in love. I confess. He accepts. We’re together. Fights began to rise. And finally…. We broke up. Then the cycle repeats again.
I always wanted the time loop to stop. I tried killing myself but I can’t do it. So all that’s left for me to do is wait.
Wait until someone carries me on his camel in this hot desert and help me quench my thirst through the oasis.
But when?
Until when do I need to wait?
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Rolling Girl
Teen Fiction“Until you heal the wounds of your past, you are going to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with sex; But eventually, it will all ooze through and stain your life. You must find the...
