dear prom king,
someone will change you out of your pompous-ass self sooner rather than later. you're due for it; your time is up. you don't deserve to mock us and be mean.
sure, i tried to change you, i didn't find you good enough, but for good reason. you were and you are a bad person. you were given this amazingly high intelligence, but you just don't care.
and, no, i didn't find that good enough. why would that be good enough? you were and most likely wasting everything you were given, and i can't accept that.
i shouldn't have let you break my heart.
from,
number 7
YOU ARE READING
the heartbreaker
Historia Corta(tatgwhib) in which a designated heartbreaker writes letters to every girl whose hearts he broke. lowercase intended. highest rating- #811 in SS
