& I'm on the beach;;*
&& my phone vibrates; three
(New!) messaqes; &&+ i
squeal when I see
who they're from. I click on
each one; while
[ b a s k i n q ] in the
sun.
That boy,
the one who -b-r-o-k-e-
my heart. i scanned the texts from
him; &&* my jaw flew open.
H e .
W a
n t
s . M
e . B
a c
k .
( + I want him back, too. )
I
thouqht. &
then it hit me [(harder)] than a frisbee.
He's. Not.
Worth. It.
I'm done. Simple.
As. That. I / l a u q h e d /
&& ran in the ocean,
&&* the - S u n - shined on
me. It was myy
time. I'm finally free. Of the drama, of - t h o s e - pointless
fiqhts;;
&& I ( w a s ) ready to minqle, 'cause bby,
it's S U M M E R ' 11::
& I'm sinqle!nmf/nmq
