Here We Go Again

Here We Go Again

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Most common relationships use to have a simple way of starting. You meet and become friends, you become close friends to best friends, best friends to something more. And then from there you’re all lovey dovey boyfriend and girlfriend blah blah blah…but we we’re different. We were never boyfriend and girlfriend and probably never will be but that doesn't mean we don’t get together. That doesn't mean I don’t have this knot in my stomach when he flirts with other girls around me. It also doesn't mean it doesn't make my blood boil when he walks pass me in the school hallway and doesn't even glance in my direction let along speak. But do I stop the “fling” we have going on? No of course not. And for those of you who think I’m an idiot think about it like this: When a boy breaks your heart you say something like “never again” Or when a person is getting a tattoo they promise not to put themselves through that pain again but eventually the pain fades and they do it again. You do something again and again because the pain fades and you miss what happens before. All the passion you experience. Even though you know how it’s going to end you can’t help but to enjoy the ride until it crashes. And then you do it over again and again and again…and again.
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Walking into an empty house is normal to me. I guess I got tired of saying 'I'm home' when nobody is home to reply. It wasn't always like this. I remember when our family was close. Now we don't see each other any more. We don't talk to each other. We don't eat with each other. We don't ACKNOWLEDGE each other. This all happened after my 'Mother' killed herself. My father blames me. This is my story about how I learned to not count on anyone else but myself. I'm broken. I'm used. No one can fix me. But when the New Boy in town tries to fix me, everything will change. Good change or Bad change, I don't know. Only time will tell. I want to enter this story in the #Wattys2015 please help me out and vote and comment on my story. I'll really appreciate it!!! #Wattys2015 COPYRIGHTED © 2014 BY Anallely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ®

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