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Today I saw a girl cry. you would think it would be because she
was dumped by her boyfriend, or that she lost someone close to her by death.
I mean, she was crying. Loud and hard. She was alone, and nobody was there to comfort her,so
I asked her what was wrong, it was the least that I could do. She looked up at me, with her sad,
wet eyes and cried aloud, " I broke my pen!"
While holding her hand out with it perched in her palm, all limp and broken, she buried
her head between her knees.
I looked at her, with a confused daze in my eyes, and began to lauph.......hysterically.
(Okay, so that was a little mean, but c'mon, its a fucking pen!)
She looked back up at me, her make-up was running, and I knew then, that she was serious.
"My boyfriend gave it to me." She mumbled to me, with her face cuffed in her hands. The only thing
that I could think to do, was comfort her more, so I told her that it would be okay, and that he
would buy her a new one, but she only shook her head and said, "He dosen't know who I am."
Naturally, thats gonna' make me ask her what the hell she was talking about......so I did.
She replied with, "He dosen't know that I exist." At that moment, I realized what she was saying,
he wasn't really her boyfriend, he was just her crush.
Then right after that, I realized that she was also mentally retarted....oops.
I had nothing much left to say to her, so I gave her my pen and walked away.
-Hey, it made her stop crying.
The point of me telling this story, is still not known, but when I figure that out, I will most likely
write about it. Then again, I may forget about it completely.
was dumped by her boyfriend, or that she lost someone close to her by death.
I mean, she was crying. Loud and hard. She was alone, and nobody was there to comfort her,so
I asked her what was wrong, it was the least that I could do. She looked up at me, with her sad,
wet eyes and cried aloud, " I broke my pen!"
While holding her hand out with it perched in her palm, all limp and broken, she buried
her head between her knees.
I looked at her, with a confused daze in my eyes, and began to lauph.......hysterically.
(Okay, so that was a little mean, but c'mon, its a fucking pen!)
She looked back up at me, her make-up was running, and I knew then, that she was serious.
"My boyfriend gave it to me." She mumbled to me, with her face cuffed in her hands. The only thing
that I could think to do, was comfort her more, so I told her that it would be okay, and that he
would buy her a new one, but she only shook her head and said, "He dosen't know who I am."
Naturally, thats gonna' make me ask her what the hell she was talking about......so I did.
She replied with, "He dosen't know that I exist." At that moment, I realized what she was saying,
he wasn't really her boyfriend, he was just her crush.
Then right after that, I realized that she was also mentally retarted....oops.
I had nothing much left to say to her, so I gave her my pen and walked away.
-Hey, it made her stop crying.
The point of me telling this story, is still not known, but when I figure that out, I will most likely
write about it. Then again, I may forget about it completely.