
Do you ever talk to yourself? Like a dialogue but only your voice is heard. Tonight I did. I was saying over and over again you're a fuck up. You messed up again. Why do you have to be this way? Why couldn't you just... Why are you so... And so on. And then I started to talk to you. Not myself. You were there and you were listening to me telling you all I've said today and so more. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Hey guys! It's a little different from stories that I write but I still wanted to post this in the hope she might find this someday. This is a letter to my crush about an infamous night where I messed up and I guess it's my apology letter but it's more then that. Anyway, if you want to read it it's here. It's pretty angsty though so be prepared. Thanks for reading!Все права сохранены
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