Is it possible to still love someone even though your dead inside.
I think so.
Can I carry on in this life?
I don't think so, not at all.
My face drenched in tears, body radiating off all the hate in this world.
His velcroe face and black sun clothes. He protects me, but I hate him. I love you, but his light blonde hair and perfect life protects me.
His money pays for the things I have. But I miss your eyes that shimmer blue and radiate my whole body with love. He brought me to his sister.
Her blonde perfection, or what everyone thought was perfection. She's the only other person that knows I love you and hate him. I was the only one who knew that she has a eating disorder, and sex addiction. She strives for perfection. Perfection she can never attain. She needs the attention, he was always the golden child and the one everyone always loved.
I miss you did I ever tell you that you fill me with love? Or that I miss you, I miss my perfect boyfriend. Now I'm stuck with second best and it hurts. Worse than anything ever in my entire life.
Because we are destroyed inside.
Bodies aching with pain, awe know it will never be wasy, now me and Sharpay, we're connected forever. We're both not perfec, and never will be.
As much as I long to be Gabriella Bolton, I'm destined to be Gabriella Evans. And it kills me, no matter how much we love and want eachother we can't and won't ever happen.
Sorry Troy