Apr 4, 2015
Dear you,
Yes, you. The one who hates me but checks to see if I'm alive. The one who thinks they're doing a good deed ever so quietly. You wanna find out how I'm doing and if I'm alive? Work up the fucking nerve to text me. I'm dead inside if you didn't already know so if you think about it you're just wasting your time. Don't you dare try to start blaming any shit on me when all I was doing was looking for someone who I could confide in and go to to escape everything that was happening to me. If you really wanna see how things are going. Text me or Kik me, you childish little oaf.