I don’t really know where to begin. I’ve read so many of these other stories. And mine really sounds no different. Then why even do this? Maybe it will make me feel better.
I lost her somehow. I don’t know if it was me. I don’t know if it was the setting. I don’t know if it was the people. But I lost her. And I can’t shake this awful feeling that I’ll never feel the same about anyone again. But I hate her. I fucking hate her, everything she’s done to me. Every thing that she’s said to me. Every time she made me feel […]