Shattered Into Pieces
Dear Diary, I thought I knew what heartbreak was. I experienced it when grandpa died. Then I thought I knew what it meant to be in love, and experience a different kind of heartbreak. But I was never in love. Not really. Now … Now I know what it feels like. It’s like someone crushes your insides and leaves you rotting in this world. Without any doctor able to help you. It’s psychological torture, hurting so badly that it feels physical. I don’t want to see Hunter’s face again. My brother makes Hunter take the bus home. He doesn’t let him drive in the same car as me. As he drives me home, I feel numb. I have no tears left to cry. I’m staring out of the window, wondering where I went wrong. One year ago, everything was fine. Everything was almost perfect. Grandpa was still alive and we
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