One day, you're going to see me holding hands with someone who did what you said you'd do. It'll be great because I won't notice you anymore; I'll be too busy laughing with him and his stupid jokes. I hope it hurts you. I hope it kills you when you see the smile on my face, and you know that you're not the reason for it anymore. And when it finally hits you, I want you to break down. I want you to cry. I want you to hate yourself once you realize that I was that girl. The girl that could've been your everything if you had gotten your head out of your butt and loved her. The girl that you could've taken home to your parents, and they would've liked her, me, more than they like you. I hope a piece of your heart breaks when you realize that I was perfect for you, and you let me slip away.
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Excerpts From Books that I'll Never Write
Teen FictionJust a book full of wanna-be stories :) except if you skip to 101 or 102 it's just me complaining because I'm a mess and no one reads this. it basically sucks. The feeling explode on excerpt #102, I strongly suggest starting there.
