Chronicles of A Heartbroken 20 Year Old
I never thought I'd be here. Again. Crying because of a man who isn't even thinking about me right now. He's probably in the messages of some other girl who exists somewhere in the ether. To me, she's a mythical being. I hope with every ounce of my being that she's the one truly meant for him, or that she's smarter than I was. I can't help it. As I sit in my room, the heavy rain and thunder matches the state of my soul. I feel like my heart is literally cracking into pieces. My finger hovers over our WhatsApp messages. Should I delete them? Should I not? My eyes are bloodshot at this point. I could tear up due to allergies and they swell. I can only imagine what I look like. Sobbing into my pillow for hours. Wasted tears. Wasted effort. Wasted dreams. He is a perfect friend, but as a boyfriend... He's the most perfect example of a tragic mistake. Of Romeo and Julliet-esque level theatrics. Side note: I hate Shakespeare. And Romeo. And Julliet. There is ...