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Tear-stained cheeks, my mascara was now an ugly smudge after being ruined with all the crying I had been doing for the past hour. I could not recognize myself as I looked through the mirror. The more I stared at myself the more the tears. I could hear them in the next room. Their moans enraged me and made me feel like throwing up. I retched but nothing came out. 

Disgust is what I felt.


My life had turned out to be a chaotic mess and I wondered what I had done to deserve all that. I was a good person or so I believed.

I smiled through the pain and thought to myself that everything was going to be okay. I did not believe that myself but I had to tell myself to keep going or I would be stuck in a loop with my past trying to set myself free...

DAWN.

<p> I read an article and for a second I felt dumb. Falling in love was never my thing but here I was left with my heart in my hands. I was so used to being around a romantic patner that I did not know how it was going to be now . I thought with my heart instead of my head. When you think with your heart in the long run you always get heart and there are consequences. My heart made me believe that we could be a thing ,that he was the one for me,maybe he was not it was just my stupid brain that craved affection that any small affection someone showed me made me think they were in love with me.</p>

<p>It was a stupid infatuation I had with him which had to end because he decidyhe did not want to be with me anymore. I felt abandoned. </p>

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