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How Can it be Over?I crawled under the sheets and tried to steady my breath. I had never felt so numb in my life, never been so deep in denial. I told myself not to think about it or I'd never be able to fall asleep. I had to be able to make it up in the morning so I could live through school. Oh God. Ohhh God. This could not be real. Two years. Two years of loving him like you wouldn't believe and with three sentences, it was just done. He said he didn't want to do this anymore. For the love of God, why not?How Can it be Over?
No. Don't. Think. Stop it. I had started hyperventalating again and I could not start crying or I'd never ever stop. I tried closing my eyes,
by ~Acooke
Dedication to my ExIt was a whirlwind year of falling in young, adolescent love, of promising each other the world, and of believing in the unbelievable. When it slipped from our fingers, I kept trying to get it back, reaching out with my painted fingernails and nearly-shattered heart. It was a mistake to let it go, and nothing had changed; if we could just hold hands again, it would all go back to the way it was, and we could be in love again.Dedication to my Ex
I no longer have the strength to keep reaching out; finally, I have realized I am too different from the girl who loved him, the girl whom he loved, and it is time to walk away.
by ~Acooke
DesensitizedI'm desensitized to just about every cuss word in the book. They make me laugh, they make me shrug, they express our collective anger and joking frustration. You show me violence and I don't often flinch, though I'm not as desensitized as I maybe ought to be considering how our world works. I'm desensitized to the mounds of terrible shit that happens daily, apathetic and unconcerned with your tragedies of murder and rape and pain. Sometimes, just sometimes, it gets to me, but it never surprises.Desensitized
But when he starts getting deep, getting serious, telling me what he wants and how I make him feel...that makes me uncomfortable. When h
by ~Acooke
The MusicI hate this place. I can feel my lungs being coated with soot with each breath due to the heavy smog that fills the air. It is too dark to see anything really, but everytime someone walks to within five feet of the lamp above my table they're faces, clothes, and the way they look judgingly down upon me make me want to vomit. The food often does make me vomit. I try not to touch anything, because invariably I get stuck to it by the disgusting remains of some drink hastily and inefficiently cleaned up. It is one of the seediest little dives in town, I hate it.The Music
But, when I hear that music it makes it all worth it. The song that had
by ~Acooke
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