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[moonlightwaltz]

Define your worst moment.

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[vaselinetrees]

A steamy hot day in late June, between classes, in a little bathroom that smells of cigarettes and wet paper towels. I can hear feet dragging and skipping and running through the halls, passed the door, and I am only praying that they do not enter. I don't want them to see, or sense, my weakness. My make-up is in a mess under my eyes, the black makes them look like holes. I am pounding and pounding on the mirror until there's a crack and a few little pieces hit the floor, and I am satisfied. I put the water on my face, I can smell the dirtiness of it, I can feel in seeping into my skin. My back is to the wall, and as I slide I don't even stop to think that my shirt is getting dirtied and my legs will soon be spread, in my little white skirt. I can see that there are still lit cigarettes around me, burning a bright stop-light orangey-red. My chipped nails are getting my black, make-up smeared tears all over them, and I can feel my soul die a little more. Words repeat themselves over and over through my brain, like a shot in the heart

[machagagobed]

My boyfriend of a year and a half has told me that he doesn't love me anymore. I told him that we can't be friends. It's too hard. When I tell him goodbye, using his name instead of baby or honey, he starts to cry, and follows me, and tells me he is sorry. I tell him I know, and hug him, and leave.
I go and sit behind a store, to give myself a little time to think. I can't drive in the situation I'm in. I lean the seat back, curl up, and sob. I sob like nothing else, like no one will ever love me again. When I finally sit up again, wiping at my eyes and nose, I turn the key to my car.
It doesn't start.