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She opened her eyes and gasped sharply, blankly staring up into a twisting, melting shadow. She thrust herself to sit up, clutching her pounding head. Had she really admitted it to herself? Tears streamed down her face, gently forming an invisible trail on her cheeks and dripping off of her chin. It was like being in a dream. The pain in her head grew steadily more intense each time her heart pumped through her body; her fingertips trembled as they clutched the sides of her head, and her body shook as she took in sharp breaths through her sobs. What made it all the worse, was the idea that she had admitted to herself. No one would ever sit beside her and kiss her tears away. No one would want to hear her voice. No one would want to touch her, and no one would even want to look at her. The overwhelming fear of being alone and driven her to weep. To lay awake and cry at night. There was almost nothing.
I feel so sick of everything right now. My head is spinning. I keep wanting to cry all the time. I feel so lonely, I could throw up.
He doesn't care.
He is the one who hurts me.
He is the one I can never get out of my head.
I want him to go away. I really, really want him just to go away.
I feel so sick of everything right now. My head is spinning. I keep wanting to cry all the time. I feel so lonely, I could throw up.
He doesn't care.
He is the one who hurts me.
He is the one I can never get out of my head.
I want him to go away. I really, really want him just to go away.