dear them,
i'm done.
i'm not going to write letters anymore because they're just painful memories.
i'm going to send these to you.
and i'm going to laugh when i make a million-dollar hit out of your stupid mistakes.
i hope you learned your lesson.
you might just be sitting in the same room as a soon-to-be billionare.
so be careful what you do, because it could just benefit the other person and harm you.
and they'll laugh at you when they're rolling in the cash.
sincerely,
lana
p.s,
i told you so.
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.
