I got a text from my boyfriend. I hate him.
The text says
'Hey it's not working. We shouldn't have to do this anymore. '
I smile brightly. We just dumped each other. I know I'm supposed to be sad but I'm thrilled. I fucking hated our relationship more than I hate people when they ask me if I'm ok I mean i think they ask that to push my damn buttons. I hated not being able to call him my boyfriend. I couldn't do that because he said it would ruin him. I told him everything. We never did anything together. He would always cheat on me. But I'm happy that we're done.
I'm not sure if he was even a good influence. But then again who is. He always told lies and made me feel bad.
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KurzgeschichtenThe main character name in Kaylee Lovato . She's a troble maker and in the 10th grade. She's 16 years old and she thinks the whole worlds her enemy. Demi her sister tries to save her from her ways, but she doesn't want to be saved she want...
