browatthefuk
All other days of the year he ignores me, hates me even. So why on every day of the first week of summer does he tell me he loves me? Emotionless and painful love. He has secrets, and I want to know them. I'll figure them out eventually, but right now I'm running for the dangers of the town. They seem to follow me around, at least that's what people say. But why is it so accurate?
**This story includes but is not limited to blood, guts, guns, knives, abuse, and murder**