So what did I do after yesterday? Well I was completely ashamed of myself. I talked myself into blaming myself that you probably now hated me. That's logical right? I mean hell, I've never heard or seen you that pissed off. Maybe I was the person you now hated the most.
I was going to stop writing today, but I need someone. I do feel like I'm talking to you, as insane as it may seem. I wish you were here. In my head you are right beside me telling me how much you love me, but in reality that love for me doesn't exist. Megan sensed my change in mood after the incident. She understood. We left. She tried her damn best to make me feel better.. But she wasn't exactly the person I wanted comforting me.
Megan is trying to text me. She's been trying for an hour now, noticing I'm reading them, but not responding. I just needed my alone time with you. You're a great listener you know. I wish I could hear your comforting voice though..
YOU ARE READING
Dear Scott..
RandomDear Scott, I'm writing this journal like it's to you Like you're actually going to read it. Like you actually will hold this book in your hands.. the same hands I wish I could hold.. Love, Mitch
