“I’m sorry, but I never actually believed in love”

Our Insecurities get the best of us.
Our fears limit us.
Our obsessions Outcast us.


1. Epilogue


“I’m sorry, but I never actually believed in love”


The memory made me cringe as I press the home button of my phone a million times per second, why was I checking his instagram if I already broke up with him? You dumped his sorry ass! I guess it became a habit back when we were together. Yeah, back when you stalked the hell out of him. I throw my phone on my bed and walk around my room aimlessly, you know you can’t stop thinking about this. I shake my head and run my fingers through my hair, I walk to the bookshelf and scan it with my eyes to see if I have anything to read. I don’t. It’s been a while since I’ve read a good book, it’s been a while since I’ve read any book actually. Because you’re a dumb ass, I sigh in frustration and fall in my bean bag. Right in front of the mirror, the damn mirror. I stare for a while and decide to stand up, Bad idea, I pull my shirt up and stare at my stomach. Fat, Ugly, you will not good enough, dumb ass, no talents, not funny, useless…

“SHUT UP!” I yell, my hands cover my face protectively and I hear my knees hitting the hard wood. Then the muffles escaping my trembling throat.

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