"I-i wish I could-i just- I don't know..." His voice is brittle. "I wish I could turn back time... and get my shit together" he's crying now. I crack my knuckles. I'm mad. I'm furious. He browse me. "Are you mad at me?" He muttered. "Is it that obviously?" I replied and glance at him. He looks away. "Peter, I know that you want me back" his head is hanging low and he puts his hands in his palms. "And...and I want you too, but this ain't gonna work." My voice is shaky and my eyes are filling up.
It's hard to believe that it might have been the last time I saw him. But I just have to move on.
Love is like a cigarette, it's fun at first. But eventually it kills you.
I miss what we had, but I don't miss you.
I'm fine, I'm just not happy.
I look in mirror. I hate what I'm seeing, I hate it so much. I take a look at my arms. They're full of scars. My legs, never been bigger. I wish I could be like the Instagram models. They are blonde, skinny and suntanned, everything I'm not.
I feel so hopeless and weak. So tell me, where shall I go? To the left, where nothing's right? Or to the right where nothing's left?
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Born to die
Novela Juvenil"I always knew I would end up being the one who got hurt" Elsa had a perfect life. She had a big apartment, living with her boyfriend. She never thought her life could end in just 1 minute. After losing everything Elsa has to find a new purpose in...
