LOL!!!!!! The title is self explanatory. I own none of these conversations there from the internet and some really weird conversations I've been in soooo. Oh yeah BYE!!!!

This is a story in which a boy phones a girl... 'Hello welcome to Lonely Line, Adelaide speaking. How may I be of your assistance?' 'I have a very important question Adelaide...' 'Ask away stranger' 'What should I call my dog?' 'riceball, no questions asked just call it rice ball.' 'Well that's different.' Highest achievement: #26 in Short Story (11.03.17) { completed } ( editing from 17.04.17 )

❝Why am I here?❞ ❝Why shouldn't you be here?❞ ❝'Cause then I could've had a chance at being fucking sane.❞ ✘✘✘ Thousands of dead bodies, Six girls, One trigger.

He smiled at her the very smile that made him look like a dream. ❝I love you,❞ he signed, and there was always a tremble of insecurity that coursed through his fingers. She smiled too. ❝I love you too,❞ she signed back, and his delicate smile was one that painted itself in her daydreams. He took out their notebook and scribbled down: P.S. Forever ☂☂☂ A girl who lost someone special, A boy who lost something important, A story that has found something irreplaceable.

Where this socially awkward Homo sapien tries to be involved with her readers.

❝How many times do I have to tell you?" she whispered, feeling the tears collect at the corners of her eyes. "I'm ugly, I'm disgusting, I'm the girl who everyone screams at when they see the other half of her face - I made babies cry and I made crowds of people scream and I'm a mess, I'm a - a - beast." He tried to ignore the pain that slit his chest apart. "How many times do I have to tell you?" he murmured quietly, stroking away the tears that rolled down her cheeks. "That you're the most beautiful girl I've ever laid my eyes on?❞ ❊❊❊ A girl who is afraid of her own reflection, A boy who is afraid of spilling his truths, A story that can mend broken hearts. ❊❊❊