My parents called me downstairs today.
They said they were worried
why I haven’t been spending time
with them in a while.They asked
why I all I do is disappear in my
room when I get home from school.
They wanted to know why they
haven’t seen any of my friends around
the house recently, and basically
why I haven’t been so “myself” lately.
So I finally spilled it all in front
of them. I broke down and i told them
how he left me, how he pounded
on my heart, just like he does to
every other girl. I stated how I
should’ve known I was just the rest
of the ones he’s left, for another
girl and I told them how I cant
do anything else but wonder where
it went wrong. All they really did
was look at me with that
“Oh Well, its gunna be okay”
kinda looks, and of course they gave
me the talk of how he wasn’t worth it
and all that crap. That hurts so
much to know that they can see me go
through this and do the same thing
 they have for 13 years and
just watch me sit there 
in the pain until I’m through it.
So I ran up to my room and slammed my
door. And at 1^st  I felt bad, and of course
I moved on. But there is one thing
I have learned from all this,
parents. they just don’t get it anymore.</3

all credit to me.
suppose to be centered >:[
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