SFHKRG V FUCKING GAVIN BURYING HIS FACE IN MICHAEL’S NECK WHEN HE GOT SCARED
YOU GUYS ARE REAL I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO WANT YOU TO GET TOGETHER
“I’m really sorry but-“
No, you’re not fucking sorry. If you cared about me at all, you’d let me be passionate about the things that i love.
Don’t you get it? It’s you that’s making me upset. It’s you that’s making me feel unwanted. I see the same thing we went through with every new kid who walks through the doors. And sometimes I follow them. And sometimes I try to talk to them. And always they hate me. I think you hate me too. I think I told you and now you hate me for it. Every time I try to talk to you, I get pushed away for your new best friend. Guess I just won’t talk to you then. I won’t send your letter. I’ll ignore Les Mis. Maybe blacklist your url. You hate me.
I want to cry and I want to scream and I want to die and laugh and twirl and giggle and stab something.
I’ve never felt more conflicted in my life.
Screw this, I’m watching Merlin.
(I told her.)
(I need to talk about it.)
(But I can’t.)
I wish you could have been that for me too. But 1,120 miles away is a few too many.
Gosh, you were the first girl I really liked. Maybe I still do. But you’re too far away.
Remember when we video chatted for like two and a half hours? I wish we could talk like that every day.
Even if you are going to college this year.
Even if you are two years older than me.
You’re incredibly special to me. The little things you do just make me come back here everyday. Honestly, if my dad would fly me down there, I’d be there in a heartbeat.
I’ll text you tomorrow, tell you that. Or maybe I’ll put it in your letter. Yeah, I’ll do that.
I love Dean and Amanda and Sheri and them, but honestly, I love you the most. I just want to tell you.
You know me.