"Cupcake!" Dylan yelled from behind me.
Wait a minute, what's wrong with me?
Did I just get mad for seeing him kiss a girl?
Did the baseball bat cause any mental damage?
This isn't your business Diana, get it straight into your head. He kissed Helen, not you and that doesn't do a thing to you. He's done enough by paying your hospital bills, bringing you all the way to mall to get you clothes, giving you a place to call home and wasted a lot of time on you. He did all of that for you, not lady makeupson so this only shows your a judgemental and ungrateful b***h.
I stopped walking.
Wow, that's the best advice I'd ever given to myself before and probably the most un-stupidest thing I'd ever thought of.
If that's even a word.
"Why did you leave?" Dylan asked when he c
