Dear Sad Person You,
Why do you play with my feelings? Why do you even kissed me? Why do I exist? I should have never started this thing with my little letters. You're just one of them, you're just one of those Happy People Them. I hate you. I hate each one of the words that come out of your so fucking perfect lips. I hate the fact that when I saw you kissing your Happy Person Her you smiled and you whispered to her ear "I love you"; after you kissed me you just left me there, alone in the school garden, when everybody was already gone home. What does she have that I haven't got? You just want to have fun, don't you? You just fuck her and my feelings with your stupid charisma and sex appeal. Well, I won't be part of your game if you want to play. I'm not a chess piece, so I won't respect your messy rules. I'm so angry, so damn full of silly emotions that I shouldn't feel for you. Don't get closer to me anymore. And shit, read this letter please, it's important.
Yours sincerely,
-Sad Person Me
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Dear Sad Person You
FanfictionDear Sad Person You, Please, read this if you feel empty like me. Yours Sincerely -Sad Person Me In which a boy leaves ripped papers in another guy's locker.
