it's been three weeks. i'm hurt. i cant believe he done this to me. i thought he actually liked me. i thought we'd last. maybe i'm an idiot for letting him in too quickly, i shouldn't have. my heart got in the way of my head and now he's actually hurt me, there's nothing i can do about it. he should've never been allowed to get this close to me but i was the one who let him. this is my fault.
i am trying my hardest not to cut myself, by distracting myself. i don't think me looking through pictures and videos of me and hero is helping. i still don't want to believe it but i have to. it hurt me so bad seeing him cry and i didn't want to make him cry. i am better without him.
there. i've done it. i cut myself. i cant help it. it feels good. i need to stop, hero wouldn't want me to be doing this. it's pathetic but it's the only thing stopping me. hero.
me;
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hero; i love that picture. i'm sorry. i didn't mean to hurt you like this. i do have feelings for you. i do want to be with you. you are the only one josephine please. i'm begging you. forgive me.
me; i cant. i really can't.
read.
he's hurting me more. my heart feels heavy and i feel numb from how much i've cried.
"josephine" my mom shouts from downstairs. i wipe my tears and head downstairs, i look a mess. i'm wearing hero's hoodie because it smells like him and wearing shorts underneath. the hoodie smells of him and i miss him. i miss his smell, i miss everything about him.
when i get to the kitchen, hero is standing there.
