She
lays there in her bed,
with
Taylor Swift blasting through the speakers of her stereo; a
Ben&Jerry's carton lays
beside her half empty; her phone is pressed
up against her ear, as she
talks to her best friend, and explains to
her
how
horrible she feels. She cries the words "HE HATES
ME" into the
phone and then shovels
another scoop of ice cream into her
mouth.
"he doesn't hate
you" her best friend replies, in the most
comforting
voice
she could possibly give. "It sure seems like
it" the girl wails."
The girl then replays the days events
over and over in her head. It
could of possibly been the worst day
of her life and she can't
seem to shake the thoughts out of her
mind and it's tearing her
apart. She can't seem to handle
anything anymore,.
She thinks about him, and more tears
start to come rolling off
her cheeks. As much as
she wants to stop crying, she just
can't. This girl is
officially broken, and no one has yet
to find all of the
pieces.
all
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