sorry for repeatedly updating this, but...
"I- I have a boyfriend. He's one of the sweetest kids I know. I don't want to hurt him. But I know that in the end I will.
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Seventeen years of life, and I feel as if my eyes have been deceiving me all these years. In the hallways of our high school campus, all I can see is her.
I see a little bit of her in every one nowadays. It scares me to death, the exhilaration of all of it. I dream about her. When I wake up, however, I have to come to terms with reality, and that these feelings I'm having are inhumane and unusual.
The most painful thing, though, about all of this is facing my boyfriend everyday. I'm sure he's not noticed me pining silently over her; I hate to say this but... let's just say he's not the most sociable of sorts. His social skills need major work. Every time I look into his eyes, his face, all I see is her in him.
He's one of the sweetest boys I know. And I don't want to hurt him. I really don't. But I know that in the end I will."
FEEL THE CRINGEEEE!
what even is this writing? this is why i don't write very many originals.
i kinda wanna republish this after editing it, but i'm not sure whether i should make it third person, or actually have the characters have names, or if i should keep it the way it is, or....
suggestions, people?
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