Dear Erin, 15.12.15
Fuck you, fuck me, fuck the world. I'm not getting any better. My parents got a divorce recently, they blamed it all on me. It's my fault like everything else that happens in this mad world. I miss you. I miss your big, light blue eyes, your long blonde hair, the crinkles by your eyes when you smile, your smile in general, when you wore sweaters you loved to pull the sleeves over your fingers and your unhealthy obsession with coffee. I hate you. I hate you for leaving. I hate you for being perfect. I hate that I miss you. But most of all, I hate that I love you. I hate to love you, but I'd love to hate you. The thing is, I can't. I can't hate you at all. I can't hate you because you were my sanity, but yet that's the very reason I want to hate you.
The line between love and hate has gotten so thin, I can't even tell the difference anymore.
I hate you,
All my love,
Michael Clifford
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Risk ☣ m.c
FanfictionIt's time to take a risk, sweetheart. - She was a time bomb, bound to explode. And he was a nobody, hidden in the crowd.
