sadie
i sat along the shore of the beach. millie was in the cabin resting. the waves came up and rolled back again. a never ending cycle that gets hazardous and less.
i considered the following. have the past few days just been complete nonsense? i asked millie to the beach. i've known her for a week nearly?
i'm an idiot, i really am. millie seems to love my idiotic self, but do i even love my own idiotic self?
i have many people who care about me, who enjoy talking to me. that doesn't mean i like myself. i need to be cheery when operating the hotline.
i wasn't cheery just by default when i answered that hotline. my mom just always tells me, put on a good attitude. nice means success.
millie and i were bitter opposites in that call. she was the sad, depressed one, and i was the rainbow smiles girl of the year.
i didn't regret the phone call or anything, i just think millie and i have been rearranged. i'm not some cheery girl anymore, but suddenly millie is.
millie always tells me i make her so happy. she wasn't as happy before me. but then again, i make myself feel pretty terrible.
i just constantly wonder.. how could somebody like me make a girl as beautiful, smart, funny, and kind as that love me?
i try not to go too deep into thought here, because i love her. and i don't think i ever want to let this happy little girl go.
or else, that happy little girl might not exist anymore. things may happen, but i'm going to make this happy little girl even happier.
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HOTLINE ⇢ SILLIE
أدب الهواة[completed] ❝hi, i'm sadie and you're calling the lgbt national hotline,❞ - completed in 2018, republished in 2022. - [lowercase intended] millie is actually a psychotic bitch so stop reading at chapter fourteen if you're not into that shit.
