Dear whoever is in charge of dream fulfilling,
What's the point in hopeful wishing and dreaming when none of it ever comes true.
So dear whoever is in charge of the entire dream fulfilling gig. You're not so dear anymore.
So whofuckingever is in charge of fulfilling dreams and wishes. Whether there's a Genie or "The Almighty Wish Granting Factory" in action somewhere. You can all go FUCK YOURSELVES.
Condemning and Hateful,
Blythe
YOU ARE READING
Undispatched
DiversosJust a regular story about a girl. You know the regular. Falling. Opening. Liking. Not being liked. Breaking. Being broken. Flying. Losing. Crashing. Landing. The regular. (based on the idea of the 30 Days Letter Challenge)
