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Personal Narrative : ' Tha Thank You ' Essay

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After I spoke those words I felt like there was a weight being lifted off my shoulders, but I still had an overwhelming need to cry. I could tell that Keith felt sorry for me but still he didn’t say a word. He probably didn’t know what to say. What did you say in a moment like that? There was nothing in the world he could have said that would have made me feel better. My whole world was crashing down around me. All I wanted to do was crawl into a hole and never come out again. “Let me get you home.” He finally said after starting his car. “Tha… Thank you.” I was grateful. I just wanted to get away from the party. I never wanted to see Madison’s house ever again. I never wanted to see Mason or my sister. My depression was turning to anger, but I didn’t know which emotion was better. As Keith drove me home I just became angrier at them. How could they do this to me? Were they that heartless? Had I dated a monster for four years? Why had I let him waste a part of my life like that? That was four years of my life I would never get back, and to think that during our slow dance at prom I was thinking about our wedding. I was angry at him, but I was also angry at myself. I was mad at myself for being so stupid. I should have seen it coming. My sister had always been jealous of Mason and me. She wanted what we had, never finding it with any of her boyfriends. She always commented on how handsome Mason was. And prom? She was all over him on the

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