Tyler

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

“He can’t be nice to girls like…”

Thud.

“Girls like me can’t be happy, right?”

Thud.

“I also don’t like the way I am…but there’s nothing I can do about it.”

Thud.

“Why do you hate me so much?”

THUD.

Smash!

And there went my reading lamp and my Xbox.

Still, I didn’t get off my ass to check the damage because whatever I’d just broken probably didn’t come close to what I felt sitting in my chest.

I should have let it go. I knew I should have let it go.

But somehow I’d chosen to shove down every common sense I still had and...