Well, nine people were shot today. Both of my guardians lost their shit, and my first crush ran away.
Great.
Why can't my heart just give up on love and calm down?
Why am I not dead yet?
Great, one of my guardians went to jail and the other's in therapy. I have no one to wonder, "Gosh, is Dayton okay?"
I'm not okay.
Because this is BULLSHIT.
I'm already suicidal enough. All I needed was him to run away.
Where did I go wrong?
No, I'm not going to answer my phone.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I'm... sorry...
