ARIA

When I make it home, I lose my will to bake.

I just feel so depressed.

I throw myself on the bed and stare at the ceiling until my eyes start to burn. I can't stop replaying that scene over and over again in my mind until it feels like I'm literally going crazy. The worst part is that every time the memory of Ryder hugging that girl crosses my mind, I feel a stab of pain right in my chest.

It's pathetic because I know we could never work so this possessiveness and jealousy have no ...