Disappointment.
Deflating.
Like a cloud of grey constantly raining for a short period of time.
***
I didn't mean to react badly.
But I did.
It felt like a punch in the gut.
All the air had been knock out of me.
But I had to smile and clap and pretend.
Pretend that I was happy.
Pretend that I was not disappointed.
Pretend that I didn't want.
Pretend that I didn't wish.
***
Deflating and pretending:
I will move on.
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Dark Thoughts
Teen FictionSome thoughts that tend to come and go. Not necessarily uplifting either. Bits and pieces of the mind- my own mind. A series of short chapters that may or may not connect. Rated MATURE as this story may contain themes that may upset or trigger rea...
