To my best friend,
I'm sorry. For putting you through this. There are so many things I still have to tell you. So many stories I want to write with you. So many songs I want to play with you by my side, screeching along with me. So many scenes I want to act out with you. But there isn't enough time.
To all of my exes,
I loved you at one point. I still do, deep down. Just differently.
To all the jerks,
Hope you're happy.
To everybody who I called family,
I wanted you to know that I never showed you the true me. The me that hides behind my music. The me that tries to smile after being yelled at over NOTHING. The me that cries every night, just to go to sleep.
