dear john,
it helps to talk to you in my head so i'm not tempted to message you.
my theory is, if you cared, you'd message me first.
conclusion: you don't care.
i was talking to the lonely girl today, and apparently you'd messaged her that morning, which is odd, because we both know that she hates you.
the lonely girl doesn't know, by the way. she doesn't know how i feel about you. only you and jazzy do.
i feel like i can't talk about it with anyone.
i've been very lonely lately, and these past couple of days have been hard. really hard.
love, me.
