sleepingsunshine-deactivated201 asked: SOCKS. WE MUST MAKE ONE FOR KYLE :D
I fucking hate my life.
Nothing’s working out, everything has gone to hell, and in my search for something worth living for, all I found was what I already knew. I really wish I died last year.
Dearest Michael, I’ve never felt quite as I do now about you. It is strange, as I had promised to never love you again. It seems fate would have it otherwise. Excuse me if I haven’t entirely trusted your intentions these last few weeks, but we have an unfortunate history together. I digress, however, and I have again fallen for you. It seems like we can never be friends again, at...
I write like Mary Shelley →
:DD This actually excites me.
I haven't had a hit of you the entire day and I...