I waited for three hours.
She never came. To rephrase that I was stood up by the girl that I was hopelessly in love with. But I guess I expected it right? Getting all dressed up, even though I insulted her, and didn't really realize the fact that she has a boyfriend.
I expected this heart break once again, its almost like you could say I was waiting for it. I was waiting to be stood up by her so I have a reason to cut her out of my life for good, but I just seem to can't let her go. She's like a meadow full of primroses and verbena and I was like the last petal you pick from the child's game. She was the light I worshipped but yet had a tint full of darkness I would always be oblivious to see.
It seems that everything I do for her is one sided.
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the suicide project
Teen Fictionsu·i·cide; ˈso͞oiˌsīd/ [noun] 1. the action of killing oneself intentionally. 2. intentionally kill oneself. a story of a senior high school student faking her own death to reach out to other students. © 2014 by pariahs. All Rights Reserved cover...
