Today is only the second day we have talked. I can't believe how easy it is to talk to you. My fears don't exist with you. Is it because you have the same thoughts as me? We have the same problem...depression. I opened up so easy with you. Will I ever see you in real life? Probably not. Are you who you say you are? Who knows. Can I talk to you? Yes. I trust you for some odd reason. I hope you are who you say you are. I can't handle it if you aren't. Are you really 15? What is this world? Why did we get brought together? Was it fate that we were brought together so I could show you that love and happiness are real. So I could become happy to show you what it is. Why did I message you yesterday? Who the hell knows. I just had a feeling I should message you,but I don't know why. I guess it was fate. I hope this fate doesn't kill me like it has every other time.
