Just a bit of practice, but not enough to actually submit...

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I want to laugh, to throw something at her, to shout, something.



I want her to remember that I’m still here.



I want her to remember that I hurt more when she comes back and forces me to remember her; I want her to feel that, too.



I feel like a vindictive, selfish little wench, but that’s what I want.



She left me, she went off to school, and suddenly, she was fine with It. Is it just me? Am I not good enough for her?



I know the answer to that—I’m not, and I never was. Not even when we were together, for that brief instant.



Certainly not now that she’s away, with all of those magnificent new people.



I wish I could hate her for this, but I can’t; a couple of tears drag themselves down my face—I suppose I feel better, now, really—and I go back to subconsciously trying to forget how much I miss her.



As usual, it doesn’t do a damn thing.

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So, what do you think?