Historias de Youthere

{based off the song you there by aquilo} "uncover your eyes, ask yourself where's my reflection" *short story*

Hi, it's me again. I wanted to know if you could talk today. You never do. But I guess it doesn't hurt to ask, right? Please help me. Life is crushing me like a lemon being squeezed into a cool drink. I don't want to become something that other people think it's okay to take advantage of. So please. Even if it's just a simple hi, I want to be able to get something from you, like you did once before. Please. Help. A girl tries to get around with an old friend when her mind is in a dark oblivious. My body is weak. Why do I feel like this? Do you know? Didn't you say it hurt?