Curse her memory.
She can feel her heart corroding from the sting of unreciprocated love and pent up resentment, sometimes in tiny slivers, at others in jagged quicksilver chunks. She trails after him in three-second acts: one for hate ( never-ever choosing her), one for remembering, and one second, just all for him.
After months of absence…here it is!
Redbubble looks soo different now O:
Maybe I should open a new account…start fresh? p: