To whom it may concern to which that I don't care anymore. I want to be invisible, invisible from the people who seem to catch me by the tail and reel me in. In a source that had happened on Valentine's day was something unexpected. In the beginning was morbid, though in the end was amazingly funny and wild that I didint know who I was at the given moment. But for what had impacted me the most was losing trust from a friend. It hit me pretty hard, I was blamed, I was the cause of stress, I was the cause of an illusionary attraction. Now in the end we can only imagine how life can be when your butterflies are gone, turned into a stone of caution. But then again, I am dearly afraid of how long it would be from the next text. This emotion I have for her makes no sense, she hates me in a way. Does not want me, yet I can't stop thinking of how we met and why. Mere coincidence? I would assume so. Chasing a inevitable hallway is what I'm doing, gaining cuts, needing stitches, but to me its all worth it if something comes out of it. I'm surely sorry to whom it may concern on how I made your stress levels increase. I need to stop right? But is a fight needed?
You do you and I do me. If in the end we meet, its a beautiful thing. If not, then their is nothing I can do I suppose.
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Random"Destruction is merely what someone needs to sprout into the need to be immune." ~ViZiOnZ
