Dickhead Its alright for you, you can say whatever the hell you like and you'll get sympathy. And if I dare say a word then I'm the bad guy. You can get pissed with your new bird who you're most likely shagging and saying shit about me like you don't even care anymore. Oh and why don't you try and erase all our good memories with a gallon of alcohol then probably blame me for your stupid pathetic hangover. Then when you feel sorry for yourself again text me for some more sympathy. But I'm sick of your shit. I feel the same as you. I may not have loved you as much as you did me, but I still miss your touch, your compliments and just knowing you were there. Knowing someone cared about me, even if nobody else did. But you were only partly there anyway, the other half of you was saying shit about me on a social network that you didn't realise I could reach. well guess what, I worry about you and I care about you. So much I read through your shit about me on Twitter everyday just to see if you're somewhat better. But instead I find out that I'm becoming a bigger bitch. I get no sympathy or attention. I can't drink away my regrets or feelings. I just have to lay here and picture you doing stuff with someone else that we used to do. I wish I had the guts to tell you all this to your face like you do to me, but I'm just not that kind of person. I'm not that heartless.

A Year Later... It's been a year. I'm still counting stars, and I still get butterflies as our paths cross in the corridor. I dream about you and I think about you most of the time. I've told more and more people about my pathetic crush. Perhaps someone will tell you. Your mainly alone. Leaving school in the afternoon to go to a mysterious place. You've broken down in class before. Yet you won't respond to my friendly messages of help. I could be there for you. Be your friend. Your guider. Your reason to live. Me and you could finally be a we. There would be no reason to cry. At least not alone. Please let my dreams come true, and count stars with me.

Self-Confidence "The present is an ongoing story, that only you can write."

The Ebola Virus BREAKING NEWS: "Ebola is spreading across our country and the rest of the world and the chances of getting Ebola are rising. Anyone who has not yet been infected, go east towards Liverpool, where in the dock is a ferry. This should take you to safety. Anyone trespassing who is infected will be killed on site." "Hey I'm Sam, what's your name?" I look around and realise, that I'm in... Wait, where am I? "Erm, Amy? Where am I?" "You're at Doncaster's finest medical school. We would have taken you to a proper hospital, but there full of that shitty virus." I look around again, trying to find something familiar. Nothing. Some other random girl walks in, followed by a young boy. I recognise her. "What the hell are you playing at?!? Get all the weapons you can find and lets get moving!" She says. "What about the girl?" The boy asks. They look at me like I'm worthless and discuss in silent. "Come on, let's get moving." The young boy helps me up and then says "I'm Joe, and this is my sister Jazz." We escape the school, onto a deserted road in the dark. It must be at least 2am. Sam and Jazz aim their guns around sharply. They're really concentrated and you couldn't tell they were scared at all. We head through the town constantly checking back, and stopping the odd time when an unexpected noise occurs. Then we continue again, realizing it's just a plastic coke bottle. "Yes! Finally, we've hit the jackpot!" Jazz says as she runs towards a old truck. After a few minutes the truck roars to #life and we set off east. We was driving ages in the dark when suddenly the wind gained strength. The trees swaying in all directions. BANG! The truck swerved off the road. "Shit!" Jazz announced. "What the hell was that?" Sam asked. "The radio said there was dead bodies that moved. Ebola has different affects on us, that even occur after death. I think that was a zombie..." Jazz concludes. We pick up speed in terror of meeting the undead again. I was just falling asleep, when something in the distance struck my eye. It covered the road and went as far across the horizon as I could see. I suddenly realized. Zombies. "This is gonna be some bloody shit!" Jazz says getting her gun loaded. TO READ MORE ❤️❤️❤️...

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