I cried. I got disappointed. I got mad. I got sad. The night we broke up I was so disappointed. I felt so wronged. I felt the time we went together was pointless. It was fun. It was nothing special, nothing serious. So why did I cry? So why did I almost stay home to avoid being so hurt in-front of you. No matter what the reason was...things ended. My heart is stuck onto my back. It's waiting for you to come around again.. it's looking out the window for you like a sad puppy. But i know better. I know it's okay. I know what happened, was going to happen. I know i know i know. But still the next morning I couldn't help myself but to cry thinking I was going to the same school, Same hallways, Same people, but this time, not want to see you. I cried thinking of the effort and work that was put in. I cried thinking of the family you took yourself out of and took me out of. I cried feeling our heart strings snipped. I cried. It was worth it, not worth me compromising, me knocking down my walls, not protecting my heart, but i know I am real. I am amazing, I am someone that is for the future. With this I will love and laugh and become better.
This boy made me feel dumb. To Feel like the love between you two was a bad decision, to be able to put my feelings into words but still feel ashamed to even feel this way.. let's move on.
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Short StoryThe bitter sweet girl breaks hearts and puts them together like its her nature. She has her reasons. Although most people that's been involved with her end up hating her for all that she's done. How does she see her wrong doing? Are the victims wron...
