Hey guys!

Here's a very, VERY short peyton-brooke drabble.

I found it while cleaning out my room, though I might share and see what others think of my depressing writings xP

Oh and: as I wrote this down I figured it was Peyton's POV, but guess it can be Brooke's too, depends on how you like it ;)

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Old habits

Do you know that feeling?

That feeling when train tracks start to seem appealing and not breathing anymore doesn't sound so bad?

Well, do you?

That feeling when you feel so hurt all you want to do is scream and cry at the same time, when you wish it would all be over.

Loneliness is not your friend. Not when you desperately need one. When your parent is too busy with themselves, when friends are rare and when even the one that matters most decides she'd rather spend New Years eve with her boyfriend instead of you…

Now you're just lying here, in bed writing broken words while the salt stings in your eyes. And she's there; laughing, flirting and probably not even thinking about you.

It hurts to say that maybe you're a bit jealous. Not jealous of her boyfriend, god knows you'd never want to be like him. No, jealous of her, of how easy she has it. She has no trouble having fun, she has plenty of options while you just sit around at home wasting the day and dreaming for more.

Maybe she's just selfish for not thinking about you. Or maybe it's your own fault because you're not working hard enough for it.

Maybe just maybe things wouldn't be as bad if you had a bit more self-confidence, if you went out more often, if you just tried a little harder…

Well what can I say:

Old habits die hard.

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That's all folks.

Let me know what you think ;)