My stomach hurts. My head spins. My eyes weigh heavy. My heart aches.
Fists clenched, teeth gritted, the anger is welling up inside me.
Was it all a lie? Was it all a game? Will she, in the end, not really be different from any of the others?
Are all of those things we said, all of those dreams and hopes and promises, just a fantasy?
Was her commitment to loving me, her promise to cherish me... were these just empty words?
Dysfunction. That's the word for this.
I am... no better.
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I might need to go home. Tears are coming. Soon.
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