I saw him with that perfect girl again, surprisingly, I don't feel a pang of jealousy. I have no more tears to shed, and I feel numb. No one can hurt me anymore.
I hope so.
The blonde guy re-appeared and saved me from all this misery. He said that he loved me, I wanted to tell him that I love him too.
I do? I doubt it.
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Jugendliteratur[tw: suicide/self-harm on chap 19] You just want to feel loved. To feel important. To leave a mark in this too messed up world. To feel pretty, even just for a second. But when no one loves you back, this might be the end of struggling. :spiritual::...
