Let me tell you a small story.
A story about a girl, destined to be alone.
A girl who attracted toxic people, that she eventually had to cut off.
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The cool wind drifts past the tall standing trees, gently rustling the leaves. A million stars shining in the vast darkness where the moon lives. Little creatures eyelids closed, some opening after sleeping the calm day away.
Inside, however, a storm raged in a girls room. Chipped icky white walls seemed to close in on her, the cube of a mental hospital room. The ac blasted freezing air into her back; so cold that if she turned around the rain pouring from her eyes would turn into hail.
She's all alone once again. Friendships never last long with her. They always seem to cut short after 6 1/2 years. A curse perhaps, bestowed upon her at a young age.
She struggled to end her last friendship after realising how toxic it was, and she's struggling once again. You'd think after so many times of doing this she would have learnt how to end them.
She does, it's just not easy. The slow distancing, the refusal to see them, the "I'm too busy sorry" that eventually turns to leaving them on read. She knows it hurts them, she knows it ends up just as bad as what they've done to her but she can't stop.
Little Miss Perfect.
Little Miss Manipulative.
But, in order to get out it needs to happen, or she'll be forever stuck in the dripping acid and it will eventually rip through her skin and bones, her heart and her brain.
Little Miss Alone.
Destined to think she's found the person who cares for her and whom she cares for just as much. Destined to figure out their true intentions. Destined to be alone.
She grasps desperately to her bed of plushies. The inanimate objects that will never judge her. The inanimate objects that care for her just as much as she cares for them.
And while she's finally calming down, she still has to deal with ending yet another friendship. Another failure.
Another piece of life that makes her believe she might just be self-destructing because she believes she isn't worthy of love-platonic or romantic.
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