i saw him again.
he was with her- was her name marianne? i don't care. i'm too hurt to care.
it just really hurts how she looks at him like i did. there doesn't really seem to be any difference between me and her, but... but...
she makes him smile.
i always had a hard time making people laugh, and he wasn't an exception. my jokes would suck, and the only thing 'funny' about me (at least, according to most) was my appearance.
so that's it? he dumped me because i couldn't be a damn clown?
my heart sunk so quickly i couldn't believe it. the tears i've been trying to hold back for so long began to roll, and when they hit the ground it sounded like thunder.
i had to run so no one could see, but i took a peek to look if he was watching.
he wasn't.
YOU ARE READING
we're all just paper after all-
Teen Fiction"as if waking from a long slumber, the lingering scent of you remained in the air."
