Dear Esme......
Push over, Cowardly, Back stabber, and so much more but all you would think of yourself would be popular, beautiful and all so generous!
Well you used to be all of those things, at least to me, before you changed. My opinion no longer matters, everybody else's does.
Theodor writes letters to him self to try and get over the ache, He didn't know what to do with the feeling didn't know where to put it.
Just a bunch of 17 year olds,
Just a bunch of nobody's,
Just a bunch of everybody's.