I got into a (verbal) fight with Charlie at school today and I won. And by won I mean ran away crying while everybody laughed. Except Charlie. I think he regretted some of the stuff he said.
But he couldn't regret anything more than what he said that made me cry.
The fight was just yelling insults then he said, "go cry to your f###ing mummy then."
Harmless, yes? For most. But not for me. His face went from smug to the most sorry I've ever seen anybody. I ran off crying like a baby.
But it was his sorry calls which followed me to the girls bathroom that haunts me.
It makes me think he does care, but its all just a part of his stupid sick game.
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The Story Of My Life
AcakMy life, from beginning to now. Nothing special. Thanks to my beautiful foster sister for being on the cover. It's only short, because it isn't everything, just the main points. Okay this has been changed now it's mainly just a diary XD
