Warnings: This is based off of my relationship rn, True event.
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I cried the whole night. My eyes were so puffy, my nose was red, I was tired. I sat on the bathroom floor balling my eyes out, curled up in a ball, not even able to feel the cold floor.
I walked into school crying non-stop. I felt the attention on me, I tried so hard to stop. I was embarrassed. He didn't even care. I look stupid. How could he not care? How is he fine? Did he even care in the first place? He was smiling, with his friends, while I cried and cried with my friends hugging me.
We made eye contact, his smile dropped. Did I do something? Was I not enough? What did I do now... He turned the other way, ignoring me. I walked to class and laid my head down.
I walked alone in the hall, not caring that I was late to class. I turn the corner to see him again, laughing. I scoffed in disbelief. It's so heartbreaking to see how much they don't care after the break up. Everything he said to me was all a lie, he never meant it.
He went and told all his friends, gosh I hate myself. I begged and begged for him back, making me look even more stupid. I hate it here.
It worked, but it will never be the same. I just can't stop imaging how fine he seemed after he shattered my heart. How he talked bad about me after, but I still want him, and only him.
Everyone looked at me in disbelief, I knew they were laughing in their heads.
"How can she be that stupid" "He doesn't actually want her" "She's so obsessed" "It was literally her fault"
I already knew what everyone thought, I just wish they understood my situation.
Everyone knew we argued everyday, so why would I want him back?
