Back in 11th grade
I decided to tell him how I truly felt. I had friends and they told him how I felt." I like you". he said. For they first time this year I was ecstatic. Maybe I finally get happiness. Things were going great until May came along . We had a trip to a nature park and we were all sitting on swings having fun until I fell in the red sand/ dirt and messed up my blue tunic. I got sad and ran to the bathroom, on the way there I saw them,.. "He" held her closely as they kissed. Not only did I ashamed of the fact that I had red sand all over my ass but I felt so stupid for admitting my feelings for this guy and him breaking my heart. I could literally feel my heart breaking piece by piece. I cleaned up myself and hid in a corner crying until it was time to go. On bus back to school I sat in the back silently crying while they sat in the middle of the bus talking with smiles on their faces. "He" turned around and I quickly turned my face so " He" couldn't see the hurt. I always get hurt. They just don't care.
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Short StoryI can't control it. It keeps coming. Like a broken dam, my emotions overflowed.He broke me. Used me, then left me for another.I can't stop the hurt. I kept wheezing for air and kept going back. They always hurt me. They dont care.
