She lay in her warm bed as nothing was physically wrong with her life.
Her mood was low to begin with, before she received a text from some old friends about things that happened back at her old school.
She hated their guts, but she turned the screen off and put on some music. She could feel pain in her lips as her braces were leaving an imprint, which probably shouldn't happen unless you have been biting your lip for an entire conversation, literally.
With her phone in her hand, covers clutched in the other, she put both hands to her head and cried warm tears she had held back for God know's how long.
Just when she thought she was over leaving her old home behind, it decided to stab her right from behind.
Oh how she missed everyone
And everything
She was ever so used to.
Why must she be so clingy? What kind of person cries over a dog from about seven years ago? A familiar place? A usual silence in her old house.
She wanted everything BACK.
But life is no videogame,
You can't simply hit replay or retry,
Life just happens infront of you,
And you have to live with whatever goes.
YOU ARE READING
Art Dump!! (Move On To Art Dump #2!!)
Randomthe cover isn't my art. I just ship that. WOAH I reached my book's Chaptee Limit, SO SAD!
