I sat on the floor starring at my art, with the pain falling out of my eyes "it dosent matter anymore who could ever learn to love me I'm worthle-" *Bing* I looked over at my phone "Tord followed you back on Instagram" My eyes widened *Bing* "Edd sent you a message" I clicked the notification "Hey Tom were planning on meeting up at the fair this weekend can you go?" (They discussed this at Starbucks after hot topic) I leaned back against the wall and sniffles "who's we?" I replied and sat there waiting for a reply "Me, Matt, and most likely Tord" I looked over at my calendar *Therapy*
::press delete if you would like to delete this reminder:: -Delete
"I'll be there" I replied... Even tho I need therapy
I went back on Instagram, to look at TRedbot's account I could help but stare at the pictures But on in particular caught my eye it was a drawing
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(I drew this it was inspired awhile ago I forgot who tho)
Underneath was a picture of him
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(Artist unknown found on printrist if you know tell me and I'll mention her/he in the chapter)
I couldn't help myself he looked so masculine... I then sat staring at the roof.... What am I going to wear.. -
