I wish that I could wake up and this all could be a twisted dream. This is a nightmare that I'm trapped in. Everything around me is breaking and soon I will too. I had the time of my life at one point and it broke in another second. I hated this, it made me feel young, like I couldn't handle a situation. That text from Hadley is something I will soon take for granted because I love him more than words can say. Without him I will be like a paralyzed child, stuck. I think his goal was to stick a knife in my back, that text rubbed salt in the wound. I will never be the same. All our friends will have to hang out
separately because I was reading the Fault in our Stars. I used to think Hadley and I were like Hazel Grace and Augustus. I am broken and he is encouraging.
Now all his "metaphors" are gone. Now he's gone. Now WE are gone.
