"She's pretty for a darkskin." words that came out of Josiah's mouth he wished he could take back. Have you ever fallen for someone that isn't your type. And you have no clue how to deal with it.
Numb. Worthless. Useless. Not good enough. Ugly. Too skinny. I bet she's better than me with him. Those thoughts bugged me, as his words and actions kept replaying in my head.
"You're acting like we were something, but we weren't." He said dryly
"I thought you were different, guess I was wrong." I laughed bitterly.