3:30pm
luna: the drugs don't help. i need something to help me forget you, but not even the drugs help. helps with my shitty life though.
luna: sorry, i know how you feel about them. i just want the pain to end.
delievered
9:00pm
calum: what the fuck? luna, stop doing drugs. you know how i feel about that especially with what happened to my cousin. i can't have that happen to you. god, i really do miss you. i'm such a piece of shit.
not delivered
