Everything changes and everything happens for a reason. But I feel I haven't. Changed that is. I still like the same music and shows and I still love art and suck at writing. Why is that? Everything happenens for a reason so what is the reason for this. Sure I've grown older we all are. But you say we've gotten distant. And it sounds like you are trying to soften the blow to leaving me. I am pitiful, I know I'm sorry. You have started saying never mind a lot and I wish you would just tell me even though you say you will hurt me. It hurts thinking about the things your hiding.
God.
We used to tell each other everything.
YOU ARE READING
Stories and things
القصة القصيرةthe things I write at night. they may rhyme. they may be either cute or gruesome. or both. idek
