“Just laugh.”

“Just laugh.”

He’s with someone else now. That was quick

She used to be mistaken for me, years ago.

In the sense that all pale white girls with brown hair are mistaken for each other.

If you squint, I look like Anne Hathaway.

When people find out, they make the same face, the same cringe.


“It’s a big step down, you should laugh. It’s hilarious.”

“She’s doing you a favor by showing you how much of an asshole he is.”

Watching them to together feels like biting my lip so hard it bleeds,

it feels like anxiety and anger,

to me at least.

I don’t get what he sees in her, but it’s not about me, is it?

I hope he’s happy.

At least I know I’ll look better at prom.

I miss when I didn’t think he was an asshole, when we loved each other and that was enough, and when I felt beautiful every day because he was there to catch me if I stumbled.

I have to be my own cheerleader now.

It’s so tiring to see them together, but I guess I can do better?

I doubt this makes much sense. I tried though.