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I’m so fucking tired. Tired of this school, of this room, the bullying… I’m tired of my life.
You got this aspen
It’s tiring to pretend not to be scared.
Why is tbis book making me sad
His eyes are closed, and I take that moment to really take him in. He is as beautiful as he is evil. A perfect disguise for a predator.
Q smirks, and I swear it’s like looking the devil in the eyes and begging him not to strike you dead.
My entire body trembles as I float down slowly from heaven, and back down to hell, my current reality.
I peer over at Quinton as I can feel his eyes on me. The way he’s looking at me—like I died and came back to life—makes my skin crawl. I do not want to be the center of his attention, not now or ever.
“Now I’m going to worry about you even more.” The words out of her mouth make me still. It’s been so long since I’ve heard someone say they’re worried about me or that they even care about my existence.
💔
Nobody tells you that grief is like living two lives, one where you’re forced to move on and go day by day living, and the other where your heart bleeds with every thump. A wound that will never heal.
Now more than ever do I thank the fucking universe I was able to stop myself. I’ve done bad things, and I’ve taken a lot from Aspen, but nothing felt as bad as it did last night. Somehow, it felt different, worse, and something tells me if I had crossed that line, it would have broken her and etched a darkness into my soul I would have never been able to get rid of.
I hate everything and everyone today. Sunshine, puppies, butterflies, and rainbows. All of it can get tossed in a blender.
never thought I would be the type to crave darkness, but something about him when he’s unhinged and owning me, knowing he holds all the power, excites me.
“I know. I don’t have to do a damn thing when it comes to you, but I do it anyway.”
Feelings 😌
A strange, invisible string tethers us to each other, a connection I don’t understand. It’s almost like friends.
“You act like you don’t want me, but we both know you do. You want me even when you hate me, and that’s okay because I feel the same way about you.”
As fucked up as it is, she is my missing piece. The calm to my storm, the virtue to my wickedness.
“You don’t have to pretend you hate me, not here inside this room.” She shakes her head, her blue eyes shining with some unsaid emotion. “Yes, I do because any other emotions would lead us down a road neither one of us is going to survive.”
“Where did you get that bracelet?” I sneer, wanting to rip the answer right out of her. Her eyes dart down to her wrist, and I can see her piecing the puzzle together. The only way she got that bracelet was to steal it from my sister. “It’s not… it’s not what you think.”
This shit right here is annoying AF!! All she had to do was say - Adela gave it to me 🙄
More than that, my heart is aching because stupidly, I thought we were becoming something else. Not lovers, or even boyfriend and girlfriend, but maybe equals.
