trauma

spill.

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on the very long walk to the party, it was coming down on me.

your friends don't like me at all.

that was the start of our downfall, all of our arguments.

what was i going to do at one of their parties?

"babe, we're here come on." you grabbed my sleeve, dragging me into your friend's large house.

sweat, weed, and alchohol, hits us as soon as we stepped through the door.

i turn to you to say something, suddenly realizing you're not there. quickly i look around for you.

an hour had passed, still, i hadnt found you

why is this house so big? why're there so many people? why are they all so sweaty, what the hell.

"hey, where are you?"
read 10:43 p.m

watch them laugh at all my secrets

"yeah honestly it's so funny how helpless they are" your voice rang over the drunken screaming "like, where would they be without me? pfft, probably with their abusive ex"

shcoked, i watch you laugh along with your friends.

that was something i'd never told anyone. except you.

"oh shit..."

i was already out of the room by the time you had turned around.