Dear witty,
It's June 14, 2014. (Currently dating)
Life is good and horrible all at once.
My sister moved out again, choosing drugs ove family.
Choosing a boy and alcohol over her own daughter.
I don't understand it.
My best friend hates me.
We get in huge, nasty fights.
Spreading secrets all over twitter.
We'll never fix this.
All i have is him.
He makes me happy, he makes me laugh.
He cares about me.
He'll always love me. Always be my one thing thats good.
I check my facebook. Wait, theres a message.
It's HER. It's the ex that had all the power over him.
My heart races.
But wait. He's different now.
He's different with me. Better with me.
I calm my racing heart. And open the message.
Screen shots. Text messages.
Him. Her. Cheating.
What is going on.
Everything is shattering.
He's my one good thing.
But he isn't even good.