I promised myself that I wouldn't fall in love with falling, meaning that I wouldn't become comfortable with the fact that my happiness was declining rapidly, and there would no form of escape. No one would be there to catch me, only to watch as I fell, spiraling towards my inevitable death, whether it be from suicide or natural causes, or something else.
But there I was, kissing the boy that I had hated moments before. I was falling in love with the person who broke me, and could potentially do the same once again.
I was falling in love with my downfall.
And for whatever reason, I welcomed it with open arms.
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Extremely short filler chapter
Woopdie-fucking-doo
^How would you spell that?
Hmm
I start school in like four days
Ew
I'm too lazy and tired to count how many days there are until Thursday
I'm just amazing, aren't I?
