Dear Keith,
I guess it's never really been a secret that I don't like my appearance.
You know this better than anyone else. You know that my obnoxious, 'so far up my own ass' personality is nothing but a wall so other people can't judge me too harshly other than for being a narcissist. God knows my self-hate is one of the best-kept secrets.
My stomach is something I've never been happy with.
Yet these days it's gotten so much worse.
I don't think anyone has noticed, either.
The teachers don't give a shit about anything as long as I'm completely my work and my all of my so-called 'friends' just hang around with me because of who my brother is. None of them are truly concerned. Matt and Jason know that there's something up, I see it in their sideways glances and weak smiles whenever I talk, but neither of them has asked me about it. They don't care.
Not like you would've.
I don't know what's so intoxicating about you. Just your mere presence stops my heart from beating in my chest. You make everything in my body seize up and I succumb to the poison.
I'm so fucking stupid.
I'm chasing after something I can't have, even though I've already had my turn with it, while there are people around me who could care just as much as you do if I let them.
Contemplating a lot of things,
Lance
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Fanfiction𝙸 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎... ~~~ "You're with him now, you're in love and it's true... He made you happier in three months then I did in three years." ...
