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Nothing makes me cry. Nothing, save one person, and even then, only in the privacy of my own room.
"Someday, we will look back on this and laugh," my mother says. This is what she always says to me, when you make me cry.
I do not think that this is something I will ever want to laugh about.
We have ruined days that could have been filled with happiness, because we were too petty to tell the truth. Pride got in the way, and the center of the whole ugly mess was someone who didn't even deserve our attentions.
How could we let this happen to us?
And now, here I am, hitting you. The person I love most. Here I am hating you. Here I am hurting you and wanting to crush you under my heel. I want to tear you apart because I am terrified of you.
I am losing you.
You will look back on me someday and laugh at the pettiness. I will never do anything when I look back on us but cry for the waste.
Nothing makes me cry. Nothing, save one person, and even then, only in the privacy of my own room.
"Someday, we will look back on this and laugh," my mother says. This is what she always says to me, when you make me cry.
I do not think that this is something I will ever want to laugh about.
We have ruined days that could have been filled with happiness, because we were too petty to tell the truth. Pride got in the way, and the center of the whole ugly mess was someone who didn't even deserve our attentions.
How could we let this happen to us?
And now, here I am, hitting you. The person I love most. Here I am hating you. Here I am hurting you and wanting to crush you under my heel. I want to tear you apart because I am terrified of you.
I am losing you.
You will look back on me someday and laugh at the pettiness. I will never do anything when I look back on us but cry for the waste.