Hello there lovely.
Yes you.
The fantabulistic person right in front of me.
I love you.
You're gr8 m8.
You're wanted.
People care.
I care.
You're not alone.
You are loved.
I apologize if any of you are self center asshats and are drinking the h8-er-aid about what I just wrote. Go do a cactus.
I am saying this to anyone who feels unloved or alone or hated or anything. You have a problem? Come talk to mama.
Oh my lord. Did I just refer to myself as mama in the third person?
DON'T JUDGE.
YOU DON'T POUR MY CEREAL.
But fo real.
Talk to me.
I'm here and I care.
Adios mi amor or amore however this goes.
❤ , Lib.
@StateFandom
@ aluminateANDliberate
YOU ARE READING
Silent
RandomHer parents are dead, and now she doesn't speak. He wants to push her, but how far, and why?
