dear pey;
my mom wants me to go to therapy. i have been refusing. she wants me to get over you. she doesnt realize that i just cant. she thinks youve broken me. and you have. you shattered me. i need you. i dont eat, dont sleep, dont talk, dont do anything. ive given up on the fans. you never liked them in the first place. im doing what you wanted, right?
forever and always
-cal
