Dear Jonah,
My anxiety attacks got worse after I hung up that day. And my suicidal thoughts came back. And I was feeling so worthless and you were nowhere to be seen. Why didn't you check up on me? You were walking around with her, rubbing the salt into my wound, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. Why couldn't you see that I needed you? Why couldn't you come to me before I even knew there was something wrong like you always did?
Nyah.
P.S. Swing set in my backyard.
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Find Me Under The Willow Tree
RandomAfter I went away, did you search for my face in the crowd? Have you wished I was there with you? Did you go to my room and just sat there numb? Have you missed me at all? Have you ever loved me like I loved you? A STORY WRITTEN THROUGH LETTERS.
