dear them,
one of you likes it.
you like making other people suffer.
you suffered little, but you love the rush it gives you.
you're sick.
-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.
