A book about everything

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I had nothing to write about, but I made a deal with my friend that I'd write everyday so... ya. (otherwise I would have to post on instagram and on snapchat the name of my crush... and i was not doing that, so I had to write something...)

So i'm sry if it's really crappy guys... but hopefully you enjoy... and don't forget to comment about what other things i should write about!

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Title: cheater

I was a nerd.

You were the typical

badboy neighbour.

We were the typical cliche story.

I fell in love,

with your smile,

your eyes,

your laugh,

just like every single girl in this town.

I like you.

So much.

Too much.

I love you.

You want me to repeat it?

Iloveyou.

I goddamn f*cking love you.

You made me smile, even on the days I felt sh*tty.

You made me laugh when no one could.

You made me smile through my tears.

You made me laugh when I was supposed to be mad at you.

Did you ever feel the same?

Did you?

But all you did was just look away and scratch your neck,

saying you needed time to figure out your feelings.

So I gave you time.

And that night,

when I asked you,

you said you needed space....

And I gave you space,

even though it hurt me more than anything.

You never noticed how much pain you put me through.

You never noticed how I'd glance at you in class

hoping you'd at least say hi.

Or something.

But you didn't.

In the halls, you'd breeze by me,

never once noticing me.

At home....

Well, you were never home.

After a month,

I realized that you wouldn't come back to me.

And when I saw you kissing the cheer captain,

Britney Davis,

I knew, I'd been played.

You'd never change.

Now, I'm the CEO of a fashion company,

married, with 2 kids.

and you?

You're still that player,

that cheater,

that womanizer...

that model who got famous under the name of my company.

I don't need you.

But right now, you need me.

You need me to pay you,

so that you can pay off those debts.

You need me to pay you, so that you can pay your rent in the dingy apartment of yours.

You see how I felt all those years ago?

You're fired.

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that last sentence felt sooo good to write....

i wanna say that to somebody when i grow older.

Like imagine sitting behind an office table that really white and shiny, and there's floor-to-ceiling windows behind you, and you're sitting in this black leather office chair, reading a paper/file thingy and the New York skyline is also behind you, with the sun setting, tinted with red and orange with a bit of purple and the sun's rays are shining slightly through the tall buildings.... and there's vanilla candles in your office, and it smells good, it's quiet, and you're just chilling, waiting for that one person to come so you can fire them... (well, they did mess up the sales a week ago, and completely messed up the trend and stuff...but you're sipping black coffee in a white mug....so you know, you just gotta take it slow....and calm and easy....)

and the secretary knocks on the door softly and you says, 'they're here' and so you calmly (but authoritatively) say 'tell them to come in', and so they nervously come in... it's a guy with messy hair, tie askew, shirt is half-tucked in and the other half is just hanging out loosely... and he's biting his lip nervously.

so you gesture towards the leather chair thing that's in the shape of a square (you know what I'm talking about????), and say, 'sit' as demanding as you can, and he nervously sits down, and you catch a whiff of his cologne and you immediately wrinkle your nose-it's the gross kind (it's like, not even cologne, it's like the cheapest kind of deodorant you can find.... at the dollar store!!) you take a sip of your coffee and inhale it to get rid of that terrible, cheap scent from your nostrils, and take a sip, and set down the mug.

you start by saying, 'as you know, something happened in our company.... ' blah blah blah you start talking about responsibility, and organization,and the role he has in this company and how important it is to not misread anything... and this guy starts sweating more and more, and there's literally like, stains in his armpits, and his shirt is sticking to his chest and you can see the hair.... and you end you up by saying

'you're fired'

WOULDN'T THAT FEEL SO GOOD

okay bye ;)

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