To my friend,
I'm sorry. Once upon a time I made a promise. I promised you that I'd talk to someone when I'm not doing okay. It's been half a year since we stopped talking daily. It's probably been a full year since we stopped talking constantly. I'm sorry. I really did try but at some point between internal moral dilemmas, life and my own depression I just stopped. I broke the promise. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Im sorry. Fuck. Please forgive me please. I'm sorry I'm not okay. I'm so alone, I miss you so much more then you could understand. We were soulmates were we not? I guess life doesn't care about that. I'm sorry. I won't bother you with my apologies, you wont even know I broke the promise.
I'm sorry.
Sincerely,
Me.
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