There are two things I really hate about September.
One, my boyfriend broke up with me, because he needed space, and I wasn't good for him.
Two, he started dating Leila Mitchell. The prettiest girl in 9th grade. Also, the clingiest.
I'm not one for curling up on the couch, eating chocolate ice cream and watching A Walk to Remember. But, a guy broke my heart. So, like any other completely sane person, I did exactly what I planned to do from the minute he said we need to talk. I trashed his car and his apartment. And stood outside his bedroom window screaming, "how do you like me now?" After a few calls from the neighbors about a noise complaint, I got arrested for property vandalism.
It was worth it.
We are lost hope. Nobody can rely on used goods like us. We have and hold lost hope. At least that's what I thought. All the way from September 23rd, to February 19th. In this space of time, I have endured long, torturous hours of waiting for a sense of light. A sense of hope. As I relive my horrible months as a selfish, depressed teen, you will be riding along with Masen. A photographer with a wicked sense of humor.
Is this story sappy? Of course. Is the what makes it interesting? You will have to wait to find out.
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Novela Juvenil" Look, it's not that I don't like you, cause I do. It's just you don't fit my needs. I'm sorry, Isabelle." From that moment on, Isabelle promised herself to never love again. After all, if she couldn't fit Jason's needs, who's needs could she fit? ...
