1:54 in the afternoon I thought as I put on my jeans and a Paramore tee shirt. I look through my closet and and grab my blue varsity jacket. I look out of the window and feel depress. Rainy day. I grab my Havianas black sandals and some money. I walk downstairs feeling gloomy. My footsteps loud and clear. I am alone in the house again. No one to talk to, no one to be with. I look at my phone. No message from him. Great. I call the driver as I open the door. I breathe in the fresh air and got in the car. I can't let my emotions run to me. I have to be strong. Even just today. I have to. After fifteen minutes, I arrive at the mall. I am gonna meet up my friends and do something we ought to do. I see them from afar with a bright smile on their faces. While mine is as fake as a Gucci bag that's made from low quality products. Gawd, I feel sick. I thought. We watch a movie and then ate. After the long day I finally receive a message from him. Hi. Was all it said. Seriously? Are you ******* me? I throw my phone on the floor and all eyes on me. One of my friend picks it up and gives it to me. I shove it and say, "Throw that away." and I walk far from them. They catch up with me and comfort me. They must have read the message. Tears begin to fall. "I'm gonna end it." I say, "I really will." I grab my phone and begin to text him. But my fingers wouldn't let me. I sigh and wipe my tears. "Later." I lie. Ever since I met him, my life has been full of lies, heartbreak, pain and suffering. Take me away...
It's the end. I know it is. I hate him. I definitely do. I grab my comforter and cover myself. My body in a fetal position, I cry and cry. He lied. He ******* lied. I grab my phone and delete his number, his name in every social networking site we are friends on. I'm sorry, I can't do it anymore. Goodbye, jerk. ------- Don't want to share much about today's heartbreak. And this is the end. Goodbye. I'm gonna live a good life. Without him.