Dear Luke
My minds all over the place. We haven't talked in weeks. What happened Luke? I feel sick. It's not a normal sick. I don't even think it's real, but it's there and it's so strong. It never leaves me.
I started smoking again. I sit at that fucking park and I smoke and I write these fucking letters and I think about you.
It's not right that we can love people who put us through so much bullshit. It's not right that we can love people who make us sad. It's okay though, that you make me sad, because you've also made me the happpiest I've ever felt.
I don't even see my friends anymore. I don't think they care Luke. You cared.
Now you don't.
I guess that's all there is really.
I don't know anymore, Cali xx
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Hey, I haven't updated in forever. A lot has been happening. This story has taken a bit of a different turn... Please comment thoughts etc and don't forget to vote. xx
