He was anon.
She was a famous sister.
He was seen.
She was unseen.
Media didn't know him.
Media loved her.
They mix.
Stir up madness.
Social media was never the same.
Hamish had refused to reply to any of my calls or messages. That leaves me sitting on my bathroom floor at my parents house crying my eyes out. I guess he was giving a taste of my own medicine as I hadn't been good at contacting him either in the past few weeks.
I take a shower and dress into some comfy clothes before looking in the mirror at my smudged makeup. A decided a petty selfie was in order. I needed to show him what he had done to me.
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hamishmendes: you can do your thing. I'll do my own. thank you for the memories and the heart break
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alieasugg: sometimes your best friend can break your heart more than any guy
