You don't exist.
You never did.
Heck, you don't even know shit.
All these years, I kept believing in you. People told me that your just a figment of imagination, but no.
You were the one, true, consistent thing in my life. Writing to you helped me. You were the only support I had. You taught me how to live.
But you weren't even there.
To whom am I writing this to anyway?
YOU ARE READING
A Curly Mess Of Emotions✓
Teen Fiction"We've all got a part to play in each other's lives. We find each other, impact each other, love each other and hate each other, with a purpose." What happens when jocund and happy-go-lucky Mark Cooper finds his purpose in the lives of a hollow, cy...
