#oliver chambers

[gaspsofsea-blog]

Best dressed, best in bed, heaviest sleeper

BEST DRESSED

Dakota Fletcher

Kaveri Vemulakonda

Dylan Charleston

BEST IN BED

Cooper Kelly

Oliver Chambers

Noah MacArthur

HEAVIEST SLEEPER

Tanner Carter

Andrew Dawson

Abigail Carter

[hazelscode]

☑ ONE UNREAD EMAIL

Timer released email to Oliver Chambers on her school email address.

You can stand there and smile you can sit there and laugh but you can't trick me I know it's a mask You're trying to lie to me and everyone else but why is it that you're lying to yourself? You can calmly sit there and try to look cool but I know your emotions and I know you're a fool I know inside you you're feelings rage The suspense builds with the turn of a page By day you're one person by night another and neither of them have anything to do with each other I've watched you sink farther from your heart and all of this just tears me apart I sit here and cry, for you not for me What you've become I wish you could see No words could I use to help me explain what it does to me to see you in pain You're not there anymore my dearest friend I hate to say this but this is our end

[hazelscode]

☑ ONE UNREAD EMAIL

Timer released email to Oliver Chambers on her school email address.

Do you ever wonder what things would of been like if it was me and you?

Not me and Sam. Not you and Paige. Not me and Tommy fucking Adamson. Not me and... Not you and... Me and you. I we had just been together.

That’s the thing though, isn’t it, Ollie? You couldn’t let that happen. Maybe I couldn’t either. Sometimes I think that you’re the only one who knows me, who knows the real me, not those other people, not even Sam. You’re the only one who loved the good and the bad and the crazy. Did you love me a little too much, Ol? Did you love me more...? You never told me. If you don’t tell someone something, how do they ever know?

I know that you’re never going to read this. This is some dumb 12 year old girl shit that isn’t even worth a second thought. I get lonely, I think about things like this. Like you and me. How things could of turned out differently.

Then, I remember that your Dad is basically a really white version of the cartel and I’m basically Hollywood’s golden child before the terrible drug induced downfall and I think that it’s a waste of time. What happens when this all ends? What lives do we lead? Why do you let yourself be this person? Why do I?

I don’t love Sam.

I thought I did once. But I don’t. 

I don’t think I’ve ever loved anything. Is that totally fucked up? Sometimes I think I’m just this image and there’s nothing underneath, when you look really closely then there’s not even pixels it’s just a smudge, a big smudge that looks like a girl. That’s all. 

I just think maybe one day you’ll realise, you’re not a smudge. Not like me.

You’re becoming a smudge, Ollie.

And once you’re too smudged, there’s no way of making the picture as detailed as it was before. No way to fix it.

[thesupermagnificocraigofdeath]

I've fucked up and I didn't mean it :'(