Desperate. That's what I am. Overreacting. That's what my friends call me. I feel lonely and badly hurt. I thought I could trust her. Normally you wouldn't hear me thinking these types of thing. Most people at school tell her that I wasn't worth her time when they should be telling me that since she was, after all, the one that dumped me. But then, why is she crying? It should be me. She knows my weakness, but I don't know hers.
Crying, that's all she does. I sensed absolutely no sadness when she left me. The sad face I see now was before replaced with a smirk. But, why? Once again, my head's filled with different possibilities and questions. If any other girl did this to me, I would be fine and over it. But she wasn't just any other girl. She was Kikyou. She was probably the most popular and pretty girl in school. Around others she acted as the perfect little angel. But when I followed her home one day to give her homework, I discovered otherwise.
Now, normally, I would have thought it was disgusting how she was so…fake, but something about her other personality intrigued me. I don't even know what. Thinking of those memories make me want to cry. She was just using me. There was nothing in that relationship at all. Just hurt and betrayal, but I thought otherwise. I, being the gullible person I am, fell for her. Foolish. That's what I am for getting myself into this situation. But I today vow to myself that I will never get into a relationship like that again, for fear that the same thing will happen yet again. Hurt and betrayal, the two words that describe my life.