Haley held me in her arms as I sobbed, my hands on her arms in an awkward fashion as I leaned forward, the tears suffocating me as I cried.
"I'm a bitch," I whispered. "I'm such a bitch."
"No, you're not."
"Yes, I am. I'm a fucking bitch."
Haley embraced me, "Nobody's perfect," she said softly.
I knew she was right. She was so right. But somehow that didn't make the pain go away and I still continued to sob like a fucking bitch.
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Short StoryI'm unwanted, unloved, ugly and a lot of other things that begin with the letter "U." So read the horrible truth of my unfolding and inevitable insanity. Because I don't give a fuck anymore. No one does. So what's the point? Non-Fiction #21 [24. May...
