psycho |c.h| |b.s|

|b.s.|

dear psycho,

i haven't heard from you in awhile.

are you okay?

are you alive?

i think about you everyday.

qGO tinyall day.

24 hours a day

7 days a week.

i miss you..

a lot.

please tell me you're okay.

love,

curly hair.

¤¤

it feels like it's been forever.

forever trapped inside a box with no way out and no way to her.

it kills me.

slowly.

painfully.

dreadful.

i want to meet her.

i want to hold her.

i want to love her.

i don't care how messed up she might be.

she's mine.

all mine.

i just hope she's okay.

i hope she's alive.

does anyone else wonder if she's dead? (no.)

of course not.

i'm the only one crazy enough to care about her.

i'm the only one crazy enough to love her.

to even speak to her.

am i that crazy?

possibly.

this isn't normal.

this isn't okay.

i'm not okay anymore.

was i ever?

probably not.

i mean i'm in love with a psycho whom doesn't know i breath.

yeah i'm not okay.

"bradley, are you okay?" james questioned sitting beside me.

"huh? yeah, i'm fine."

he scoffed, "no. you're really not."

i sighed, running my fingers through my dark brown curls on top of my head.

"i'm fine," i glarred at him as the door happened.

"i saw her." he panted. "with people named nicole and calum?"

"who's calum?" i gritted my teeth.

"i don't know." he shrugged.

i growled, pushing them out of the room before locking the door and sitting down.

i grabbed a pen and began to write.

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AM I UPDATING TOO MUCH

I'M SORRY

YOLO

THIS IS SHORT I'M SORRY HI

I'VE BEEN VERY SAD LATELY SO I'M SORRY

I LOVE YOU

MWUAH X

~Sarah<33