sixteen. female. alone.

I was 16. he was there. I was alone.

everything is real at 16.

everything isn't real at 16.

you're just left to wonder.

how do you trust yourself to love someone after you've held someone's heart in your hand and crushed it?

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good song to listen to is lua by bright eyes. it gets the concept across, I guess.

inspo: I broke up with a boy I didn't love and it fucked me up.

also, this book is written in like a weird in-between of diary-like thoughts and actual dialogue and most definitely gets better in the middle. before you think that it's adolescent and click off, just know that the whole first half of this story actually happened and it sounds adolescent because it was actually the real thoughts of a 16-year-old (ie, when I started fiddling with the idea of this story). stick it out to the middle & end and it'll get better. the beginning it short chapters, anyways.