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TV GIRL COLLAGE WHILE THE POLL IS STILL UP😋

it almost worked.

not proofread :[

You were in bed, as you have been the entire month, probably. Your room was messy, heck, your entire house was messy, but you were too sad to care. It’s been exactly a month since the breakup (as you’ve been counting in your head). You still haven’t gotten over him, you’re trying you really are, but you just can’t. You’re spread starfish on your bed, your clothes stained in some places from the junk food you’ve been ordering and the leftovers scattered all over your room. Your hair looks like a tornado went through it, your eyes staring at the ceiling— more specifically the center of the ceiling, you didn’t know why but that’s your favorite place to stare at.

Your fingers reach for your phone next to you, bringing it up to your face so you can check for any messages

—none—

Nothing, no one’s texted you, that stung sure, but what really hurt, was that he didn’t text you, I mean he doesn’t have to, you broke up, so why do you still love him? (You guys broke up due to different wants in life btw, what those wants are, is up to you)

you sigh, and put your phone back down, closing your eyes, even though it’s morning and you just woke up, but still—you try to go to sleep, to forget about all the pain. And just when you close your eyes, ready for sleep to overtake you, you hear a

—Ding—

part two?