You: I'm sorry. I've had time to think about it, and I know that I reacted irrationally. If there's things that you don't feel comfortable telling me, that's okay. But please just don't leave me hanging. I have social anxiety, remember? When you do that it makes me feel like I've done something wrong and you hate me
You: I had a panic attack at school yesterday so I was just tired and cranky
You: And I'm sorry if not knowing who I am is hard for you, but I'm just really not ready yet. Once you find out, it'll ruin everything. You're the only person I can talk to without worrying and overanalyzing everything
You: I don't want to lose that
You: but you're not obligated to talk to me
You: I would understand if you don't want to. I think you're already kinda learning how much I suck
Alex: Wait a minute. I'm not ignoring, I'm just reading it
Alex: im sorry, I won't leave you hanging again
Alex: and it's okay. Sorry for going crazy on you, I was over exhausted and not thinking straight
Alex: I hope you're okay
Alex: I would never hate you tho. I promise
You: that's a promise you don't know if you can keep
Alex: I fucking promise
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A Loser With A Cellphone (Alex Standall)
Fanfic"Hello?" "Who is this?" "I found your number on the bandroom floor..." started: may 12, 2017 finished: september 17, 2017
