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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 walked my way to the lecture hall and sat down waiting for the lecture to arrive. People pissed me off as I stared at them. The clothes they wore just screamed help me. </p>

<p>Maybe I thought was perfect than everyone else which I was. As I looked at the school couples I  pitied the girls. Most of the guys were not serious they just wanted to get laid and would make the relationship work until the time they felt like they did not need them anymore.</p>

WRONG PERSON