Screw Up//l.h

xv.

luke

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god fleur.

mum caught me again!

i went home to get my phone.

so that i could find your address.

and she caught me!

but she was understanding this time.

she let me go.

you moved far, fleur.

you moved to ohio, but i live in michigan.

i'm in a hotel now..

but i'll be with you soon.

i promise.

don't forget me fleur.

because i want to see your face when you see me,

standing in front of your door.

when i sweep you off your feet,

and serenade you with my guitar,

to show you that maybe, i'm not such a screw up, after all.

mum's 'anti-depressant' speeches are helping me.

she says i'm not a screw up.

she says i'm just misunderstood.

maybe she's right.

maybe.