The Aftermath of a shattered heart

Gosh, it's been almost 3 years since I've been back home. Almost 3 years since it happened. I remember it like it was yesterday. You know the saying that things get easier over time? Well, that's bullshit. The person who said it, a frickin dumbass. Anyone or anything that had anything to do with it is complete and utter bullshit. It doesn't get easier over time, in fact, it gets harder. The guilt is still eating at me so yeah, I guess I have a right to be mad. I haven't seen my parents or spoken to anyone from home for 8 years. I ran. Maybe it wasn't the best way to deal with it but how was I supposed to ever look anyone in the eye again when they know what I did? I know, I wasn't. I shouldn't even be here but what can I say, we both wanted to go down in a blaze of glory. But that's the thing it was supposed to be us. I never in a million years thought it would be him who went down so brightly. It should have been me. It was Supposed to be me.

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