"Breathe in, breathe out...
Hurts so deep when I think too much
And breathing gets harder" -Set It Off

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Words on a page. Angry words on a page. Her hands gripped the pen tightly as she wrote down all the things she wanted to say-yell- at him.

How dare you! I don't care what you think of me, I deserve to be treated with respect. A year of dating and you tell me you hate me? You think it's funny? It's not a freaking joke. I'm not a joke. I loved you and I still do so don't you dare say you hate me.
How can you, really? You used to tell me you loved me. Was it all a lie? Or have your feelings really changed so quickly? Because if so, you didn't care that much.

She sobbed out a breath.
Breathe.
She set down the pen and rested her head on the paper, ink smearing on her forehead unnoticed.
Breathe, Jessi

You can do this.