matts pov•
i lay here staring at my ceiling. its like three in the morning and i can't sleep.
all i can think about is her.
i can't stop. she came in my life and just left with no warning. i wonder where she is.
i wonder if she's thinking about me. i don't see her at school anymore.
i bet she hates me.
oh shit, what if she does. i shouldn't have did that. i fucked up. i fucked up bad.
i miss her. i fucking miss her.
i sit up. warm tears roll down my cheeks. i put my face in my hands.
i'll probably never see her again.
that was just a little drop to quench your thirst.
nyla.
