Marc
I cannot do this anymore!
I cannot pretend as if you are away in another country. As if I am sending stupid letters!
You are dead. Buried. A stone above your head.
I need you Marc. I'm so lost.
Alice
YOU ARE READING
Summertime Sadness
General FictionMaybe in another life there could be 'us' ? I put my red dress on tonight, Dancin in the dark in the pale moonlight. I do my hair up real big beauty queen style I'm feelin alive.
