dear jonathan,
you can't
possibly
miss me.
we're not
friends anymore.
well mainly
because
i told you
to stay
out of my
life forever
and i
didn't
actually
mean that.
i was so
depressed
and anxious
i said
those things
to my
best friend.
my one
and only
friend.
during
our
break
today
you
followed me
to the library.
why did you?
you walked
towards me
and i
felt so
ashamed
of myself.
how could
possibly
want to
be friends
with a monster?
you hugged me
and whispered
to my ear,
"i miss you
please come
back to
me"
i felt myself
crying
and slithered
away from
your warm
embrace.
cambria xx
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Quietus
Teen Fictionquietus [n.] :removal from activity; especially : death. all they found after my death was my journal. [lowercase intended]