"There isn't anything I can do. I'm sorry." He tells me. I grit my teeth and tighten my fists. "Of course there isn't anything you can do." I tell him. I storm out of the room with my fists tightly clenched. After I get in my room I punch the wall so hard that I leave a small hole in the wall. A spike of worry moves through my body as I look at what I have done. "How will I explain this now?" I say to myself. I then get a text from my lover. Immediately I check the message. "I think it's best if we stop while we're ahead" is what I read. Again I get spike, this time of sadness throughout my body. My breathing becomes heavy, I feel like I'm going to faint. I don't know what to say, so I don't reply. I get that sense of not knowing what will happen next, that feeling of confusion. The next day I am forced to go to school against my will, again. Walking through the hallways feels so bothersome, living seems bothersome. I look around for a moment, only to see my ex-partner talking to someone new. They're both laughing and giggling. They're enjoying themselves while I'm left with this problem, this problem of a shattered heart, a shattered life. My dad then texts me. " I hope you have a nice day" he says. "You can't even take me out of school like I asked. How am I supposed to have a nice day?" I say to myself in anger. My breathing begins getting heavy again, and I feel like I'm suffocating. I tighten my fists and lean against the wall, I feel like I'm about to fall over. My fists loosen as I get weaker and weaker. I don't know what to do. I feel like I'm dying. No, I feel like I'm already dead. How will this pass? How will life go on?
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