People think I have the perfect life; I'm 'living my dream'. Partly that's true. I'm this huge superstar - everyone knows me or at least heard my name. But this is only part of my dream. The other part was just not there anymore. I lost it - I lost him.
Maybe it was meant to be this way. I know everyone blames me. Apparently I was the one who broke up with him. I was the one who tore him apart. I made him cry. Of course, that didn't face me at all. Note the sarcasm?
They all left me. I practically had no friends. They left me because we broke up. He broke up with me because apparently it would get too hard to be apart and "we probably can't even take it". We fought a lot - but everyone does that!
Now I'm the bad guy - well, girl. His decision was turned against me and now they hated me. I guess he didn't tell the real story. No one knows the real story. They assume and that's their mistake. One of the many problems - they don't ask, they assume and believe him. The other problem: I'm still insanely in love with him. I love him more with every day that passes, with every hour that goes by, with every minute that ends and with every single second that ticks. What about him? He doesn't seem to care anymore.
Sometimes I don't know what to do anymore. I cry a lot - my eyes are burning a lot these part months. I feel like nobody wants me here anymore. On one day, it was all supposed to change. People would want me again. On that day, we all met up. That day would be the first in months that I felt like somebody cared for me again. It would lead to a lot of drama and my life would change once again. The question was: For better or for worse?
That's that. It's the prologue and I hope you like and if you want me to post the first chapter, just do it because... I have it done :) So let me know if you liked it and... yup, I'll upload the next chapter if SOMEONE anyone likes it ;)
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