He loves me too. I think, I love it in the idea it is. I love you, I wish it were true although it is not. I'm too fragile and in ruins to have real love. So he's asking for birthday gift ideas I've already spent 259$ on makeup for her so I tell him go to the mall fine jewelry small but meaningful. Something only I'd want, because she wants the world and extravagance.
He stopes then. Tells me he's getting worried about me like I haven't heard before. Same speech as always "I'm sick you know that, if I can deal with it so can all of you." I'm tired of this but my reality is that I can no longer be fixed.
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Breaking Val
General FictionVal, the girl who could have it all. Adored by everyone she meets, she leaves marks on everyone. The other side to this is that Valerie herself, she is broken, a mess, hates herself, and wants nothing to do with being alive. This is her story, her l...
