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Abbey was broken, she didn’t know if she would be okay. She wanted him, she felt like she needed him, but she couldn’t even have him, because a bitch got to him first. For the love of god, she looked like his fucking cousin. She didn’t understand what he saw in her, but Abbey understood what he didn’t see in herself. She felt ugly, fat, unworthy of a good boyfriend like that. Nothing to her, was better than the feeling of being cared for, loved and wanted. But most importantly, nothing was better than him. No one compared to him in her opinion. Her friends tried everything they could to get her mind off of him. It was no use, she always went crawling back into her bed to sulk and cry about him almost every day.
In all honesty, there really is only one person who could get her mind off of him with his looks. Even then that wouldn’t help a lot because he was famous. He would never notice anyone like her. She felt like she could never be loved by anyone but her family and gal friends. But deep down I think Abbey knew that wasn’t true, she just didn’t wanna believe it.
