me: how are u today
unknown: bad
me: why
unknown: my girlfriend broke up with me
me: you had a girlfriend?
me: I didn't know that childish stalkers were appealing to girls!
unknown: :( seriously though
me: ok, ok
me: sorry
unknown: that's it?
me: hey, I never said I was good at emotions and shit
unknown: -_-
me: :D
unknown: i'm sad
me: like how sad? the fault in our stars-sad or suicidal-sad?
me: I think there's a hotline for that
unknown: yeah, yeah I know, I've seen the ads for the suicide help
me: what're you talking about?
me: I'm talking about the hotline for distraught teenage girls who're still not over ansel elgort dying
me: that guy's a babe
unknown: :(
me: what do u want me to do?
unknown: well...
me: that doesn't involve text sex
unknown: ok, you're dirty minded
unknown: can u cheer me up?
me: k. hoe?
me: hot*
me: HOW*
unknown: ...that was helpful
unknown: it'd cheer me up if u told me who u were
me: ...nice try, stalker
unknown: damn it
me: until next time, stalker
unknown: alright
unknown: is there seriously a TFIOS hotline?
me: are you a vagina owner?
unknown: that was sexist
me: that was kind of correct
me: sorry
unknown: ...you should be
me: a feminist, huh?
me: girls dig that
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if only {rewritten}
Teen Fictionthey started one night because of a wrong number she called him a stalker for some insane reason, they kept texting each other fate is tricky if only it had been different {completed} graphics by @punctuated
