Here's To The Hopeless

Here's To The Hopeless

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Aubrey Tessel's life story would be an article about the long term effects drugs have on a kid's future. Just when she thinks she's grasped onto hope of being content, it slips from her fingers. As she finally gets fed up of her constant cycle of despair and never getting what she desires, she goes on a mission to dig herself out of the hole she's in.
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Living with your ex-best friend should honestly be illegal. Especially when that ex-best friend is Manu, the same guy who broke our promise, broke whatever we were, and somehow still manages to mess with my head every time he walks into the room. He says I didn't let him explain. Maybe he's right. But what for? He already broke my trust the moment he chose a different program, acting like the promise we made meant nothing. And I'm supposed to just sit there and listen? Pretend it didn't hurt like hell? And yeah, maybe I befriended a guy in our org. Maybe it was for "self-exploration." Maybe it was a little bit out of spite. If Manu wanted me out of his life so badly, then he shouldn't care who I talk to or what I do-right? Right. Except he does care. I see it in every glare, every slammed door, every stupid argument we fall into at 2 a.m. Somewhere along the line, all that anger twisted into something I hate knowing is still there: want. Maybe even something deeper I'm not ready to name. Enemies. Roommates. Something more? I don't know. All I know is this isn't just a story about falling in love. It's about facing the person you thought you'd already lost-and realizing he might not be gone after all.

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