dear michael,
my mom signed me up for a group therapy.
it's a twice a week group therapy which people would come and talk about themselves. about their problems, and stuffs. well, mikey my friend, you know i don't like talking about myself, don't you?
the thing is i miss you so much after you moved to los angeles, buddy. you're my only friend, and now i have no one to talk to.
do you remember when we walked pass those who talked to themselves, and question whether they're crazy or not? i discovered that they aren't crazy, because recently, i began to talk to myself as well.
it's funny my mother thought i'm depressed because of you moving away. it's not exactly true. i'm not depressed.
what if there're old men, sharing their life experiences? what if there's no teenager, and i'm the only one? i would probably become speechless. i don't want to share any of my story with them. old-fashioned people.
anyway, wish me a luck, yeah?
love,
ashton
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phoenix | a.i
Fanfiction"she came back in the pouring rain. she takes away all the pain." in which a boy writes letters to his old friend about his life. lowercase intended
