I woke up with another hangover.
It's sad that this is becoming a pattern. All I do is drink so I can numb the pain I feel.
I run to the bathroom and get rid of my stomach contents into the toilet.
As I wash up, I don't even try to avoid my reflection. I came to terms with the fact that this is me.
Messy hair. Smudged eyeliner. Dry tear stains. Bags under my eyes.
How could I ever think that Calvin would love someone like me?
I walk back to my room and pick up my phone.
Why do I continue to wait on him to call or message? Why can't i realized that it's not going to happen?
But as I turn on my phone, I see a notification.
It's a message from Calvin.
Calvin: I know it's late but I want you to know that I love you
I read the message over and over , but feel nothing. The empty feeling doesn't leave.
I respond with an "I love you too" because, in all honesty, I do. Even though I lose love for myself every time I say it.
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Make Me Wanna Die | leafyishere
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