dear them,
i knew it from the very start that you hated me.
i never knew why.
you said i was worthless and i'd never be as good as you.
look at me now.
love me, because i'm playing on the radio.
how do you like me now?
sincerely,
lana
YOU ARE READING
radio // completed
Short Story"baby, love me, 'cause i'm playin' on the radio. how do you like me now?" ~~~ ©carolyn all rights reserved don't steal that's rude disclaimer: i wrote this in sixth grade. it's bad. you have been warned.
