8:00am.
From Unknown:
"heey, Is it true that Shay is coming over to scotland tomorrow bc I'm exterememly confused and he doesn't tell me much."
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"it's his room mate by the way."
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"vanessa valarie :-)"
To potato:
"its really none of your business so please keep your almost fat nose out of our relationship thank you very much (:"
From potato:
"I don't even know why you keep holding grudges. Can't we just kiss&make up?"
To potato:
"kissing wont change you from the ugly toad you are tho, it wont help soz"
From potato:
"Isabella. You know he's only going to end up hurting yoou, he's unstable. His mood switches all the time. Can you not remember the amount of times he made you cry? &sad? &depressed? Don't forget those times."
To potato:
"bYE."
Messages sent to spam.
But her words cut into my mind like knives. I remember those times vividly and there isn't a day in my life when I don't wake up with doubts in my mind about my relationship. We are together and we do work well together, however there is always going to be our past eating at my conscience. The fear that he break me once more. The fear that I would be mentally destroyed by the only person to have ultimate power over me.
Now I scared for Shay's visit.
