Dear journal thing,
I don't even know why I'm writing this. It's a complete waste of time, energy, and paper; but Max and Dustin said it's be a good idea... So here I am. Writing in a fucking diary. It's currently April 1st, 1986 and I'm still alive, so that's a win in my book.
It's April Fools but no one's laughing. We've all lost so so much. I wish none of this ever happened, I really do love El(maybe not in the way- nevermind), but I sort of wish I'd never met her.
Actually, I take that back, it sound awful, and I don't truly know if I mean it. But if none of this had happened(not not that I wish I'd never met and saved El and everything) I could be so much happier. Will would never have moved. GOD! Things have been SOOO weird between us, I hate it!!!!
Well this is enough for writing in this stupid diary, talking about how sad everything and everyone is, it's depressing. I have better things to do right now.
YOU ARE READING
I thought I lost you- BYLER
Fanfictionmike and will in the apocalypse byler season 5 inspired by the fanart mostly fanart on cover by: zombiesdontcry on twitter i got the idea from: urlocalbylershipper on instagram so go follow them!
