I don't want to feel a thing. Smiling at my phone, laughing at you, I want to throw it at the wall, and watch the screen crack just to make this stop.
I can't do this, feel this, want you to want me, jumping just a bit every time my phone lights up.
This kind of thing is Crushing.
It's a recipe for disaster, and I know better.
I know where this road leads. I've seen the dead end already and so many like it, so why the hell am I still texting back, digging my own grave deeper and deeper with every clicked send?
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The Longest Minute
A minute. Sixty seconds to say goodbye. That’s all the time that I had left with him as the needle slid into his leg. I stared into his drooping eyes, looked at the blood-tainted saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. They said that this was the best thing that we could do for him, a last kind act for a best friend…but if that were the case, then why did my heart feel so heavy?
By Stephanie Hoogstad7 days ago in Fiction
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I definitely get this! Very nicely written!
I know that feeling all too well. Beautifully written!
Omgggg! I've dug my grave soooo mamy times because of this same thing!