My phone bings. Another message from him, I don't know why anger courses through me, I don't know why. He can't help it, he can't help who he likes but still. I want to be left alone, I don't want the constant messages or the reminders of how mutch he likes me and how I let him down.
It got better for a while, he started liking someone else. It got better when we just friends. But now he's back, I shouldn't be mad at him. But I am and I don't know why.
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Short Stories
Short StoryA bunch of short stories and things that I feel and need to let out. Sorry if they are no good.
