she left a note on the kitchen counter.
i didn't mean to be this way. i never wanted to hurt you. i never wanted to hurt me, either. but maybe life means more this way... both of us hurting.
she was always so damn melodramatic. like she thought she was the heroine of some tragic love story... or really just your run of the mill teenie bopper romantic comedy. either way, she really milked every opportunity to be pensive and broken with some emo-punk-bubble gum bullshit music playing in the background.
and i guess that is a fitting way to begin this story.
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