(Why do I write this shit)
I love you. I dont think you love me, not like you used to. It's been like this for a while now. I was just afraid that if i said it out loud it would confirm its real. Im afraid of your response, your reaction. But to tell you the truth I really dont know if you love me. You say you do but everyday you just seem further and further away from me. We don't see eachother ever outside of school and that's all my fault. We also don't even see or talk to eachother at school. And we don't speak to eachother nearly as much as we used to. I feel more alone than ever. I found it interesting that whenever I'm having an anxiety attack or I'm sad you always seem to be tired and leave. I dont think you love me. Not anymore. I used to think you did but I think i was wrong then too.
With love,
The unloved monster.
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Stories That No One Will Ever Care To Read
Roman d'amourA collection of random stories, snipits, descriptions, and things that I have written in the middle of the night. I will continue to add to this as I write them. Most about love, loss, or fan fiction. Cover art is not mine its from Tumblr.
