This time, I cry for the 12-year-old girl who cried herself to sleep for the first time. I cry for the girl who cried in the locker room on her first day of 7th grade because she realized she had returned to a place where she had no friends and nobody loved her. I cry because that girl who was once so passionate and felt real emotions Had been conditioned to feel nothing because it was more convenient. She forgot what it really felt like to miss someone, to love someone, to be happy, to be sad, to care. Everything was now left to muscle memory, with no emotions available to share.
when it broke – Stories by Noelle
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