"Hiiiiiiiiii it's Peyton. Oh my god, so I was thinking and whatever and I just realized how fucking crazy this is! Talking to you like you're going to respond, or even wake up. Apparently, drunk me is better at realizing that there's no fucking hope - I've had a lot to drink, and it just seems so clear now. Why even leave these voicemails when you'll never fucking wake up to hear them. Fuck, fuck... Okay, goodnight, sleep well- wait, haha. Okay, bye!"
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peyton dun fucked up
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breathe me (e.dolan)
Fanfictionin which a sad girl leaves voicemails for a dying boy hoping that one day, maybe, he'll pick up the phone. completed august 23, 2017 voicemail format, lowercase intended
