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Today's my wedding day. No not the one you make up in your mind, or the one you spend hours talking to your friends about. No not that type of wedding. But the wedding where I have no control over anything. I mean this is supposed to be my one in a lifetime moment right? As I stare into the mirror at the girl that I can't seem to recognize anymore, I didn't feel as pretty or happy as I should be feeling at this moment. Feeling nausea bile rose from my throat causing me to gag. I don't know him...I don't love him, so why was it expected of me to marry him? Everyone was talking about it months before, and I had felt at those moments that if they didn't stop talking about it then I would for surely die of suffocation. suffocation because everywhere I turned people were smiling and laughing like this was the happiest thing to have ever happened, but for me it was hell and I wanted to slap the stupid grins off their faces. I was sick of it, sick of all of...everything. I wanted it all to go away, just for a few minutes, I wanted some peace and quiet. I wanted a few minutes to were I didn't have to feel disgusted and disappointed in myself. I mean I could've ran when I had a chance. I could have screamed, kicked, and thrash. But I didn't