For the hundredth time Heath, I hate you!" I said, my voice cracking from a mixture of anger and sadness.
"You can't really mean that...." He said as he reached out his hand to grasp my wrist.
"Just leave me alone!" I whimpered, as I pulled my arm away as I turn to walk away.
He is the most heartbraking beautiful disaster, if I could relive my life I would never have given him a second glance. I want to pull all my hair out, he is so damn frustrating at times!!
I just can't believe I ever gave him the time of day, or even saw myself with....what am I even doing thinking about this?
I need a stinking therapist, or some weed, whichever one works fastest.
Sincerely, the ducking idiots
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A Beautiful Disaster, I Guess
RomanceFor the hundredth time Heath, I hate you!" I said, my voice cracking from a mixture of anger and sadness. "You can't really mean that...." He said as he reached out his hand to grasp my wrist. "Just leave me alone!" I whimpered, as I pulled my arm...
