It may seem like I’m completely over you, and I may have tricked you into thinking so. But, honestly… every time I see or talk to you I want to die. I miss you, more than you could imagine.
I miss seeing your name lighting up whenever you talk to me on MSN. You don’t start conversations with me anymore. And I’m too scared to start one.
I finally gave in and made love to my good friend of 8 years. A few weeks later, he was hit by a car and killed. At first, I was afraid he had gotten me pregnant. When he died, I prayed for a child, if only so a part of him could live on.
I hate being the ugly one in my group of friends.
All of my female friends at college have eating disorders. I weigh more than them, and wonder if something's wrong with me for not having one, too. Their disease makes me feel fat and disgusting.
I tell you lies when you ask me what I'm wishing for at 11:11. I wish for you... each and every day, and I secretly hope that you wish for me.
I don't love you like I say I do. But you have cancer, and I'm afraid that you won't want to fight if I break your heart. So I'm lying to you. I hope I keep you happy until your dying day... But sometimes I hope that day is sooner, because I don't want to lie to you anymore. I'm sorry.
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