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I started comparing myself with Heather. She just was... Too perfect. I wanted to be her. And i was so frustrated because i could never be her or even try to be like her. But, i mean, how could hate her? She's such an angel. But, then again, kinda wish she were dead. I wanted you to look at me the way you saw Heather. I gave you back your sweater the next day because you said you needed it for 'something'.

I tried to stop talking to you, calling you, hanging out with you because i was tired of thinking of you all day everyday, but it was so hard.

Every time we were together at my or your house i just thought of that day where you looked at Heather and that night that you kissed me, why did you do it? You were enchanted by her the same way you enchanted me. She was such a sight for your sore eyes. I thought i was good enough when in reality i wasn't. I had to be like Heather for you to like me in the least bit.

Heather - Conan GrayWhere stories live. Discover now