Do you not miss me? Can you seriously see me almost every day and feel nothing? Do you not look at me and wish that you didn't screw up? Do you not get a message ready to send to me and then chicken out and delete it? Do you not feel anything anymore? Do you honestly not care that easily? I thought we were more than that.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts From Books that I'll Never Write
Teen FictionJust a book full of wanna-be stories :) except if you skip to 101 or 102 it's just me complaining because I'm a mess and no one reads this. it basically sucks. The feeling explode on excerpt #102, I strongly suggest starting there.
