I think I've done it. I think I've finally moved on.Seeing him on the first day of school made me realize he doesn't give two shits about me. He doesn't. I annoy him and it's apparent that my presence bothers him.
I deserve it though. I'm a bitch haha. He only glares at me with disgust. I can see it. He hates what I do for him and I only annoy him. The boy who made me want to stay alive wants me to die. Haha. I am only a burden.
But hey, at least I moved on, right?
But they aren't him.
We drove him away. We can't. It's time to move on.
You still love him.
I always will. But I've moved on.
He sees me as a disgusting, regretful mistake. He doesn't even have to tell me that because I can see it. But I met this new guy who lives so far away. He's not my type.
But at least I moved on, right?
Until then, forever a burden..
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Zoë's PerspectiveTeen Fiction
A stor--journal, rather, about a a girl with a morbid mind trying to maintain composure when faced with problems in her life. Her name is Zoë Yun, constantly made fun of, and only wants to be loved, though she's comfortable in her own darkness. Look...