When you message me I have to answer. I can't leave you on read. We will stop snapping when you leave me on open because I cannot ignore you. And I know you aren't interested in me, but the higher our streak goes, the more excited I get. Which is stupid, because we're nothing, and we're never going to be anything. And I hate myself for it. But I can't stop. And now you're third on my best friend's list and my entire mind is just a bunch of what ifs and sadness because we never worked.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts From Books that I'll Never Write
Teen FictionJust a book full of wanna-be stories :) except if you skip to 101 or 102 it's just me complaining because I'm a mess and no one reads this. it basically sucks. The feeling explode on excerpt #102, I strongly suggest starting there.
