broken-hearted

t h r e e

awkward. it was all just so awkward to me. So I left. I went back home. I couldn't take seeing him anymore so I leave.

Sure we talked, but that doesn't help anything. Then a knock on my door doesn't help me feel less awkward about everything, what do I see when I open it?

My fuck buddy, with a desperate look on his face. My fuck buddy is really what helped me not go into full depression. Then again, I know he has feelings for me.

"John I need you like right now. " He said, and I stared him in his eyes. Now that I think of it, he kinda looks like smii7y-Fuck me.

"Okay. " he walked in, and his brown eyes started to tear up.

"They found out. My family found out and now I don'tknowwhat todo oh my god John, just fucking do something. " He said, and then he started kissing me.

I went limp. I couldn't kiss back. I couldn't push him away. I closed my eyes and tried to kiss back, but it didn't feel right. But I have to.

But he already pulled back. "You didn't kiss back, what's up? " He asked and I couldn't tell him, so I just grabbed him and kissed him: which lead to me pushing away and him starring at me.

"I'm sorry I can't do this anymore. " I said, and he smiled.

"It's okay, I understand but if you ever need to talk I'm here, don't forget okay? " I nodded and he whipped his tears and walked outside. I leaned again the wall and held my head.

How else can this week get.

oh way fucking worst I can tell you that much.