See that? That is 1,000 reads.
HOLY FUCKING SHIT OKAY.
I was not expecting that, but thank you thank you thank you.
I love you all so god damn much alright?
Who's excited for Halloween? I'm excited for Halloween. Happy Halloween.P.s. I got v v sad writing this. If you are reading this comment #Andel or #Mandrea for Andrea and Mikey's ship name :)))))
Update:
It's Halloween of 2015 and this is so crazy looking back at how I was so happy with 1,000 reads and now I have thousands on each chapter + hundreds of thousands overall. Thank you all again, I really miss Gone. Much love and Happy Halloween!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~September 27th
Dear You,
You still have not written me back again, and my hope withers worse than a flower as of now.
I can't believe I actually thought you still loved me, still cared. That you wish she was me, and you never had let me go.
Bullshit Michael.
You don't fucking give a god damn shit about me, you just don't want me to kill myself and that blood be on your hands. Guess what? My body already bleeds from your name and my heart aches from you.
What did you think? That I was some kind of wallpaper? There to look good, but after a while you get tired of it so you just paint over it. New color, new wall. But what is underneath stays.
In my past letters I have apologized, forgiven, repeated and hated myself, and now I hate you.
I said it before and didn't mean it but I do now.You lied, played, cheated me. You destroyed me. I am nothing.
I am done wasting my time. I cannot do this. Why fix me right? No one ever cares enough to realize the happiest people are dying on the inside. They think we are these perfect little dolls, but even then you don't look behind the walls and see they aren't. They are broken. But no, you don't care. You never did. I hate you, I fucking hate you.
-Andy
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Bc double update remember?? :-)I love these faces sometimes like :3 alright.
-Sam the mega loser
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