He read them. He continues to watch my story everyday. He sent me a text through Snapchat.
"Now I'm a jerk..."
It wasn't a question. What was I supposed to say?
I face timed with a friend and then a different friend afterwards. Both calls were with boys. The second lasted forever. It was endless laughing and conversation. It felt great because I forgot about how shitty someone could make you feel and focused on how great you could feel when you allowed yourself to.
I haven't talked to him and I'm okay. He made his bed. Now he lays in it.
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The Journal of a Heartbroken Girl
Short StoryI don't know what happened... How can you be somebody's world one day and not be the next? Why'd he push me away when all I wanted to do was love him? I guess he needed to find himself and it wasn't my fault but it felt like it... Its the most painf...
