Dear First Love,
I’m sorry. I’m so, so, so sorry that I have to do these things to you. I keep pushing you away. It’s been a week since I broke up with you. It’s been a miserable week.
Today, I heard that you got a new girlfriend. It was that pretty and outgoing cheerleader captain - Ellie. She was strikingly opposite to me - popular, brave, proud, confident, sexy, blonde, blue-eyed - everything. I ran to the bathroom and cried silently when I heard it. I don’t have the right to cry when you get a new girlfriend after all the things I’ve done. I know that probably as well as everyone else with common sense does. But I still cried.
I used makeup to hide my puffy eyes. Victoria’s makeup tutorials all that time ago really helped. I forced myself to walk proudly as if I was perfectly fine
