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she went to the logout key and clicked on it so fast like nothing matters on F******k again. Few minutes later, she was on bed trying to get herself to fall asleep but all she found herself doing was tossing on bed. She plugged in her handsfree to watch movies but it got annoying when all the movies on her phone just talks about love and lost love, she went to her gallery to check pictures but nothing interest her at that moment, before she realizes what was going on she was already on F******k again. She at first resisted herself from clicking on the friend request box, but it was too late she already did. There was another one, she saw the green dot that shows the person was online then sh

Tara walked beside her down the hallway, clutching two coffees and grinning like a gossip columnist. “They’re calling you The Muse of Cross. That’s either a curse or a compliment. Haven’t decided yet.” Lena groaned. “I want to disappear.” “Too late. You’re trending on the student board.” Tara showed her phone. Sure enough, someone had made a meme of Damien staring at a blank canvas with the caption: Thinking about Lena (probably). Lena buried her face in her hands. “I hate everything.” Tara sipped her coffee. “Honestly? It’s kind of iconic.”

But Life isn't perfect, right? Exactly. Xx\_xX

“C’mon, Lala”, my best friend Meme begs. “My brother won’t let me go if I don’t bring you along”. Kyle is Meme’s brother, who is two years older than us. Even he knows she’s… Promiscuous is putting it nicely!

, Meme stutters out through her giggles, only making Amory laugh harder. “Okay haha! I haven’t had sex in three years. Funny”, she finally says. “Let’s move on, Meme”! “Neither have I”, both Spencer and I stated under our breath. “Okay, we’re still at six to three! Lala’s favorite ice cream?”, Meme asks. Butter pecan! “Seven to three, how much does Lala weigh”? That’s rude! She weighed a hundred and five pounds after she gave birth and I remember the doctor commenting that she weighed less than when she started, so that’s what I write! “Well damn”, says Meme! “Okay, Lala’s pet peeve”? Dirt?! Germs?! Life?! Fucking girl is mad OCD, you could lick her toilet and not get sick! “Seven to four, o

This is what love does to someone like me it destroys me from the inside out. Timothy's black sports car sits in the circular driveway, and I wonder if Madison is inside with him right now. Probably planning their future together while laughing about the pathetic Omega who thought she had a chance. My phone buzzes with another notification. Someone has created a meme using a screenshot from the video my face photoshopped onto a picture of a homeless dog peering through a restaurant window. The caption reads: "When you're an Omega but think you deserve Alpha attention." The comments are even worse:

God knows from how many days. I kept crying with my baby in my arms. Is this my life. . . . Please like and comment. Thank you.

The house will be stormy, maybe even reach him ears. But... it's not exactly unilateral maybe it's just a step towards another page. For example, you are living your life at this moment, and I am also living my other life. We are like two parallel lines that do not collide or exist in the other person is life.

Dad lay on the stinky, pee-soaked mattress, watching Mom lose her shit with the paramedics refusing to pay anything at all, as murky tears slid down his cheek. He then posted a link to a GoFundMe online to raise funds for his hospital stay, with the subject that read, "Save a pitiful man's life". I chanced upon the link on his social media account while sipping on some red wine in my luxury apartment. I tapped into it and then reported it for being false information. Then, I continued working on my international M&A project. … Two months later, a beat-up van pulled up outside the old apartment, and Andrea was dragged up the steps by two burly men and dumped onto the ground.

When I opened my eyes again, Grandma was sitting beside me, staring anxiously at my face. "Did it work?" she asked the medium. The medium glanced at me again. Mom's tears were dripping onto the floor. "Noah! My dear son!" she cried. "Mom? Grandma? How am I alive? Why are you guys crying?" Mom looked puzzled. "Who are you?" "I'm Noah, Noah Langston," I replied slowly, trying to act like my brother when he was younger. "It worked!" the medium exclaimed. Grandma reacted before anyone else could. Pulling me into a tight embrace, she said, "Noah—you're finally back."