I haven't actually searched your name in months.
I haven't seen you in over a year.
I haven't thought about messaging you in weeks.
I haven't tried to justify the things you did in awhile.
But here I am, still writing about you.
Because even if I hate you now, I still probably love you.
YOU ARE READING
Notes
RandomThis is just writings from my notes that I can't make into actual stories. Some of these are sort of poems and some are rants and some talk about things that bother me. There isn't much else to it.
