I'm Not Enough For You

Every morning I wake up. Not wanting to wake up. Hating the world for not letting me die in my sleep. Because not only did I want to. Everybody else did. Even my idol, Andy Biersack, probably hated me. What's the point? I probably sound like a whining brat. But I dont care. I hate this world. This.. Cruel world.

I woke up this morning around 9 am. Im late for school again. Great.
I got up and put on black skinny jeans, a random shirt, and a hoodie. It's raining. I love the rain. It calms me down. Especially the thunder storms.
I put on my make up and did my hair. I didn't feel like eating.
Dad took my car. I guess i'll have to take the public bus.

*skips to end of the school day*
"Hey. Lilianna." Simone yelled at me.
I didnt think we were friends. Hell. I don't know anything anymore.
"Uh. Hey."
"Wow. You dyed your hair. Cool! We haven't talked in awhile so.. Can I come to your house for a bit?"
"Yeah sure."
"Great! We should catch up. Maybe listen to bvb?"
"Sure."
I hoped on to my bus and Simone followed. It's hard to find seats on here, because we usually carry two busses. My route and another route. On one bus. It's a pain in the ass, really. I hate having to find seats on here. People are either rude or they're not going to let you sit with them.
"Can I sit with you?" I asked many people. No where to sit. So i'll sit on the floor.
*at home*
It's still raining. and It's a pain walking from the stop to my house trying to not get soaked.
"So.. You got new window curtains.. Hehe.." Simone said nervously. I could tell she knew she was being a dick. Ever since what happened last time.
"Look.. I know I shouldn't have done what I did. I'm sorry.. Just.. Forgive me.. Please?"
"Why should I forgive you, Simone? Everytime I do you just fuck up again! I want a friend that'll actually be my friend. Not someone who can't decide to be friends with me and then just.." I stopped, shedding a few tears. I could feel my knees drop to the floor. I could feel her hugging me. I always loved Simone. We've known eachother since we were in 4th grade.
"I'm sorry. I-I didn't know you felt that way. I'm reallly sorry." I could tell she meant well. But. I didn't trust her.
"Jacob meant a lot to me. He was my first love. And you just.. Go and.. Do what you did? It's horrible. And i know you're sorry but i'll never forgive what you did. I don't even know if I can trust you.."
"I know. I wouldn't either. I'll.. text my Dad to some and get me.. Thanks though.." She said as she left the hug and walked away.

Notes

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