Its sad when you have to ask yourself if its even worth it, does he really care?
its sad that you search new ways to have the perfect make up or the perfect hair.
that one last look in the mirror, that deep breath and small grin but you still don't feel good enough.
when you see him in the hall in in class your heart beats uncontrollably. your knees grown weak and you just want to sob. you know you have to be tough.
for the rest of the afternoon its hard to move, you have been put in a huge ball of clay.
the moon swims into the night sky, the wolves howl, and your laying in bed with a wet mop up top of your head from a skin burning shower. I tear drop falls from your eye, telling yourself you'll be okay just to wake up and follow the same cycle.
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Short Stories
Short Storysome of these i come up with, some of them are my dreams. I'll let you know which is which.
