The calls and texts got worse after that, for about an hour. Then they all stopped. All of it. That only made me cry harder.
I can't even believe myself. If they try to talk to me, I cry. If they ignore me, I cry. It's like I don't even understand my own emotions.
Not even when James dumped me did I feel this way. Sure, I cried, but I didn't feel that heart break like this. Was it because there were four boys this time and not one?
I'm not really sure honestly. The only thing that I do know, is that today is going to be hard. I want, so badly, to just stay home, but I don't need to give Mom any more reason to worry.
So, I made my way to my closet. I dressed in regular jeans, a white tank top, and a plain black hoodie. I pulled my hair back into a low ponytail, and looked at myself in
