What Hurts The Most

It Wasn't Supposed To Be This Way

Laying in bed at night. Music playing softly from his phone while he lay under the covers crying. Telling himself "It's gonna be okay. We'll get through this." This wasn't right. He was supposed to be happy. It's his senior year. He's finally gonna leave this hellhole. Jazz sighed softly as he wiped his tears. He had been crying for the past 45 minutes listening to the same cliche sad song on repeat. But what made him this way? He was thinking. Thinking about all the past relationships and flings that had blown up in his face. God knows he hated to think about them, but the little things would trigger the memories. He remembered every single one. From Natalie to Emily to Ella to Hunter to Hayley to Ella(again) to Frankie to Annie and to his now current girlfriend, Allison. He sighed softly and scrolled through the screenshots of the several texts that had broken his heart time and time again. "Maybe I should just stop talking to people in general. That way no one gets hurt." God when he was sad, he turned into such a little bitch. He hated that about himself. He was taught he shouldn't cry over petty shit like this. He was supposed to be tough. At least, that's how the guys on tv acted. He was raised in an all female household. He was sensitive. And that's what made him vulnerable.