im trying to let go. x

97 7 0
                                    


my mum keeps asking about her, it's getting annoying. we talked today, in the halls when everyone was in class.

it went like this

angie's pov
i got to get to class because if i'm late again i'm gonna get another fricking detention.

i look up as i'm about to get to class and i see billie, "follow me" she says so i do.

we stop in the corridor next to the lunch hall when she starts talking "so how you been? i saw you with that kid, isaac? was that his name?" she asks.

"what's that got to do with you?" i question. "everything" she answers, "no" she looks at me weird "you can't just waltz back into my life when i'm doing okay as if you never broke my heart"

she looks at me and tries to talk but i walk away as fast as i could.

angie's pov ends

so that was that, i think it was all an act to be honest.

she doesn't miss me, she doesn't care, she doesn't wanna kiss me but i'm still here for fucks sake.

-angie xoxo

shlimazl
(n.) someone who is always unlucky.

how she lost herself.  billie eilish. Where stories live. Discover now