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INVISIBLE ME AND SHE part 2.

Nobody cared anymore what she did. Nobody cared at all. After all it had been only 6 months and by that time she had cleared the rugby team and rumours about her and the coach were probabaly true.
.I think they were..ok so maybe I heard this from someone but invisible me can say anything and get away with it.,
I bumped into she the other day,,she seemed happy,her eyes were bright unlike mine ravaged with allergies.I hated my allergies,her smooth skin reminded me of  the many creams my dermatologist prescribed,,sad very sad i thought...
She smelled so good, i bit my lower lip.
 How did she do it?could she rilly be this perfect?I stalked her, i know.how else would I know what she did and did not ?
 I was there, the drinking sprees, the trips, the latenight makeout sessions in some mansion.I was there, she was there, we were both there but somehow all the stories that came back were about how she did this and that.
She made me do it,hate like this,I couldn't take it anymore.She won everything I wanted, She most probably ruined my chances with the rugby captain.Poor guy, he still sends her flowers,perfume and the endless love notes in between class just make me wana..aarrrghhh!!.It should be me.it should be me...
She got to me even without trying,no effort at all,just her mere presence made me the green eyed monster over and over again.She drained me,every bit of me.
I could roll my eyes as much as I wanted,snear as much as my lips could allow and cut maself on the bathroom floor just to relieve my pain..WELCOME TO ONE OF THE PAGES OF MY DIARY.INVISIBLE ME.

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