It has been three days since I have locked myself up in my room. Pulling the curtains on the windows and keeping the lights off, one would never know if it was day or night. I didn't care. Not anymore. I felt like a dead person who didn't even want to get up to clean herself. With messy hair in a bun, and me under my covers for most of the day, it was all because of me. It was my fault. I was the villain of my own love story. If only I would have trusted him he could have been with me today. He could have been sitting here with me, laughing together. I sighed frustrated. And cried for the umpteenth time. What am I supposed to do? Joey said he'll make things alright...but how? For all I know Damien is in some another country where he has a different number.
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