❝Honestly she's such a bitch, so don't ever feel guilty about being mean to her because she's mean to everyone else.❞
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He dumped you for a reason. You're crazy. Something is wrong with you. Get help. He's never coming back.
Was there something wrong with her? She questioned that a lot. He did break up with her. Although, was it because she wasn't beautiful enough? Or was as it because she just wasn't enough in general?
She shook her head. No, he would come back, because she was beautiful, and she was enough. She was everything everyone couldn't see and more.
She smiled widely at the girl in front of her. The girl had long brown locks of curls cascading behind her back and a pretty figure. Her gray orbs stood out the most, and her luscious pink tinted lips and little button nose.
Technically that girl was her, but sometimes when she stared at her reflection it was like looking at two different people.
Two different minds.
All though the girl was pretty, she was much more beautiful, sometimes it switched up a lot. Sometimes she was the ugly one.
He dumped you for a reason.
"Because he needed space," she decided loudly, glaring at the girl.
You're crazy.
"Wrong. I am everything," she argued.
Something is wrong with you.
"If anything something is wrong with you."
Get help.
"Why would I get help if I'm normal?" She questioned the girl, raising her voice.
The girl stood there with pursed lips and a crunched up nose.
He's never coming back.
That had been the last straw. She rounded her fist back and punched the girl. The mirror had combusted and shards of glass fell onto the floor. She stared at her bloody knuckles, reminiscing a faded memory.
"What's it like?" She remembered him asking her.
"What's what like?" She had asked back, her voice laced with sweetness.
"Everyday you're a different person."
"No... I'm the same person. You're just being silly," she had answered in a hushed tone.
He had looked at her like she was insane before speaking. "I think we should break up."
She shook her head and gazed down at the blood dripping against the tiled floor. She then stared at the broken glass surrounding her feet.
No, he would come back, because she was beautiful, and she was enough. She was everything everyone couldn't see and more.