Youhateme storie

Poppy Brown, is dying and has three years to live. She wants to spend the last years of her life treating herself, loving herself, and planning out the future for her family. In Poppy's eyes her life is great, and her life is very boring at the same time. She's an artist and she works for her uncle who likes to laugh at his own jokes. Poppy thinks she doesn't mind dying. Well, that is until she meets a certain someone that makes her life fun, And her ex who decides he wants to come back to town engaged to the one girl who made Poppy's school years a living hell. This book follow poppy in her life and the challenges she faces. SNEAK PEAK: "You. Hate. Me" He says. His gaze is cold and his chin is slightly lifted so he's looking directly down at me. "You're right, I love games and you looked fun, so I played you." I let out a short breath, my chest hurts, not the kinda pain where I can take a pill to soothe the hurt. I start laughing, I can't stop, "you're such a selfish idiot." Angry tears start to fill my eyes. "I told you, I hurt people, that's why-" "Shut up." I scream at him, surprising myself. Btw I legit can not write for my life but I realllllllllllyyyyyyyy wanted to write this story bc um I want to read something like this lol...So if u see any mistakes pls let me know lol 💀🤭

Why? why did you hurt me? i did everything right treated you with respect and made you feel worthy you made me look stupid you made me look funny i cried you lied "she was just a friend" don't don't tell me that i forgave you and forgave you for so long oh dear you don't know the fight of loving someone in fear so i ask why why you broke my heart when i did everything correctly when i was "everything you wanted" what did i do wrong? why did i do that wrong?

a letter to someone if they ever find this

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She climbed in his truck confused by what he meant by that as he put her bag and his in the back before he got in "where are you taking me?" she asked "somewhere I should have taken you the first time I saw you wearing my jersey at that party" he answered pulling out of the stadium parking lot "and that is?" she asked still confused "home" he said as he glanced over at her. She sat in the front seat of his truck and oddly didn't feel nervous or uncomfortable as he drove towards his house.. No doubt to make her his.