dear wren,
i didn't think i would cry this much. i kept telling myself that i was fine, but knowing that i'm not...
it's hard.
the doctor told me i have cancer. i ran out of the room then.
i didn't want to hear any more.
i wish you were here. i could go for one of your hugs that you only do every once and awhile.
-grace.
YOU ARE READING
leather jackets.
Novela Juvenil| you were standing all alone in that leather jacket of yours that smells like cigarettes and moth balls. you still wear it, even though it's tattered and old. i think it looks lovely on you. |
