I Didn't Come To School Today,
Because I Was Sick.
No one believed me,
since he b r o k e up with me; a few nights ago.
But the t r u t h is, i actually am sick.
I am sick of crying.i am sick of the wrenching pain that always intensifies when i think of him. i am sick of the headache i get from the thoughts that scream in my head. i am sick of the stares i get because i have mascara running down my cheeks. i am sick of the girls' fake sympothy, i know they can't wait to get there hands on him. I am sick of dreaming of him. I am sick of staring at my phone, hoping for him to call and say he wants me back. I am sick of not being able to listen to music, because song after song reminds me of him. I am sick of the memories that replay of us together. i am sick of the guys' sympothy, all they want to do is be the 'nice guy', get in my pants, and leave. i am sick of the pain. I am sick of the heartache.
& the virus that made me sick, is love.
& The person that infected me with this virus is h i m.
Why didn't i listen when they said boys had c o o t i e s?
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