I honestly didn’t know how I made it back home to my father’s house.
It was one big blur—the kind of blur you just want to forget forever, but knew you never could.
I couldn’t stop crying.
I felt so embarrassed—like extremely embarrassed.
I can’t belive that’s how the people who i cared about the most, saw me.
Was I really that pathetic?
Was my love for Gianni a weakness?
I used to think my love for him was my strength. I loved him unconditionally, more than anybody else could in his life.
People only tolerate Gianni, but I loved him through and through. All the good parts, and all the bad parts—but somehow, I was the pathetic one.
And don’t even get me started about my best friend.
If you could even call her that.
She really thought I was pathetic, even though she re
