Done
She's not numb this time. She knows what's going on. She's not ambling in that field of lost dreams, wondering who she is and where she's going.
She's mad. She's hurt.
She can pinpoint every hurt in her body and mind.
She cut her hair just so she could be someone different, hide behind a new disguise. It's just not who she is, this girl who's uncomfortable in her own skin.
It hurts her that he wouldn't notice how much she cares. Luckily, she cares enough to realize he'd be upset if he knew that she liked him.
Of course she makes no sense.
She's hurt because he just doesn't care, doesn't care enough to say, "Hey, how's it going?"
Four words would make her day.
He just doesn't care.
She's past the point of tears.
It's maddening to her, that simple words and fake excuses could bring that beautiful girl down further than she's ever slipped. She doesn't deserve to fall for a boy who's just scared.
She's ready to break something. All she can do is increase the precision of her movements and hope she doesn't screw up too much.
Move s l o w l y.
C a l m down!
She's mad.
They don't care why.
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This is
This is saddening in ways I can't even begin to describe.
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Shoot me now or forever hold your peace. (Honestly. I keep a loaded BAR in the disc drive.)
Oh...
Didn't mean to make you sad...
I seem to do that a lot...
Oh, Chelsey.
It's not like that. You just seem to get tied into things that make me sad. It's not your fault.
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Shoot me now or forever hold your peace. (Honestly. I keep a loaded BAR in the disc drive.)