"We're breaking up."
Seriously? Over a text message??
"I understand, have a good day."
I didn't understand. Don't cry in the car Alex.. don't cry in the car... don't cry in the car..
Fuck I'm crying.
"You okay Alex?"
Mom asks.
"THE AIR CONDITIONING IS TOO MUCH AND SUGAR GOT INTO MY EYE!!"
I say as a sugar cookie is near my face.
My heart felt like it has stopped.
Mom kisses her boyfriend goodbye.
I smile and say, "Ew"
"Oh shush you! You probably do that with him."
Mom's boyfriend says, jokingly.
I fake smile and say,
"Yeah. No."
They kiss again, mom gives him his lunch, and we drive off home.
Man.. I can't wait to get on ps4.. I need to let out my anger and sadness.. I haven really gotten on in a long time... Ever since my dad died, I tried my best to focus on studies and never really video games.
I breathe heavy as I feel like I have lost another part of myself. I should stop thinking of others and focus on myself. I'm too friendly, I think too much of others. I hurt myself to make others happy.. but the smile of others makes me happy.
It makes me happy knowing my suffering will make someone else happy. I heal everyone, expecting nothing back, and I get hurt. They use me and use my kindness, they take advantage of my kindness and care. But do I care? No. Because I want everyone happy.
We get home, I finish my homework, and play video games. I cry a bit in the party. A person joins.
Damn he went through puberty. Last time I've heard from him, he was a big squeaker. He's currently my best friend and possibly my crush? Nah.. he's too nice and too kind, like myself.
I say good night and I stop playing. I get into bed and sleep.
.
.
.
Wake up.
.
.
.
What did I do now?
You need to hurt him.
No.
He hurt you.
And?
Aren't you tired of getting hurt?
I don't care anymore...
.
.
.
I wake up on the floor. I look at the time... it's the weekend and yet I woke up at 7?
Yes, they gave us homework over the weekend.
I sigh and look at my messages with him...
Anger fills my eyes as I keep reading into it.
.
Days and days gone by, we fought once and that's the last time we've ever really talked.
I'm tired. I need to eat and sleep...
I pass out on the bed.
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