2:00am
Woke up from a nightmare about him.
2:30am
Thoughts of how horrible he treated me finally start sinking in. I was mentally abused and now he's perfectly fine, while I'm imperfectly damaged.
3:00am
I should be getting sleep. I have to wake up in two hours and drive all the way back to school where I'll see him. Him with her, him with that hateful glare at me for telling the truth that he cheated on her, and that he managed to manipulate the situation to make it seem as though I'm at fault.
3:30am
Closing my eyes finally, only to have the memories of how he treated me appear. I try so hard to think of him. The other one that actually cares about my mental health.
... it didn't work.
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