I jolt up from my pillow, sweating harder than I ever have. The alarm clock beside my bed read 3:37 a.m. I need some sleep. But I'm too afraid to accomplish that now. I need her. So fucking bad. She'll never know. And I'll never be able to tell her.
I trusted that bitch. I thought she was the one I could trust. Now that she's gone, I can't even see clearly. I search through my camera roll, looking for something to remind me of her. I find a screen shot of us texting.
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I chuckle ever so slightly in memory of our relationship. We were so fucking close. And now we're farther than we've ever been. And I can't quit blaming myself for that. I run downstairs, in need of something to quench my thirst. God my throat is dry. Just like my relationship status.
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My thoughts overstimulate me in a sense of stress. Will I ever get her back? That's my only wish. Even if I don't have much of it left, I hope with all my heart she'll come back .When I'm like this, she would be the one I come to. But I can't do that anymore. And that's what hurts me the most.
