Felt sick to my stomach again. I already went to the
bathroom, so it can’t be that. I wanted to scream, vomit, and even run away
from here. I hated distance. I was listening to my playlist called Rainy Day.
If I had a camera or was good enough with animation, I’d describe how I felt
easier than with just words. Flashbacks with the burned screen effect. Slow
motion with sad, dark, and numbing music in the background. How can I be so
lost? I have three papers I need to type, but instead I’m typing how I feel
about him. I do care about you. I felt
mad. I do love you. I felt hurt.
And I’m learning to trust you from far away. I felt sad. When you feel this low in life, it’s not hard to see
everything in a different light. Something that once made me happy could easily
be wiped out with something gut wrenching. You felt like you just wanted to
run, forever. No destination, just an escape, a place to distract again. A way
for me to forget how you hurt me with your words.
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