november 22nd, 2015
dear marie,
you're starting to give up on me and i can tell,
i don't know how i feel about that. i guess i care because you promised you'd make the situation not bother me anymore, and that you'd make this constant horrid feeling go away. but there's a part of me that doesn't care because you see lots of us and you just collect a pay check for it, it's not like you really care
calum gave me his number cause i told him what i just wrote, he said that maybe i should see luke's doctor cause he's been feeling lots better about himself recently.
i nodded and said i'd ask my mum about it.
he gave me his number and said that i could text him if i felt lonely, cause he said he feels quite alone so maybe we could talk, we'd still be alone but maybe we would be alone together?
calum said it better.
i feel a bit rubbish,
my thoughts are a complete mess so I can't begin to tell you them, I'm too lazy and you're too disinterested.
