Bedding Bad
I got up and turned on the stereo, that was the only way to wade her off else she would sit outside my door and sing Taylor Swift's songs while sounding like Lil Wayne.
Once under the covers again, I resumed my crying session. Mind you I am not a pretty crier, June says I cry like a starved elephant, tossing, turning, screaming, tears, mucus and saliva all involved. Once I was done cursing Zayn and his stupid, awesome, disturbing smirk for making me feel foolish and calling me a bitch-I know I can be one sometimes but that word is hurtful-I let sleep claim me.
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'Meghan? Darling, wake up'.
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