So I entered this international poetry contest with a poem I wrote about how much I love you, i was made a semi finalist and informed it would be published. it’s funny though because once it makes it’s way into that book and millions of people read it, they’ll all know how I feel about you and you still won’t have a clue. I love you and this isn’t fair.
i wonder if anything would be different if chris had never gone to warped
What the fuck is with you lately? Why the hell do you keep shutting down on me like this? Don’t you remember those nights we’d talk for hours on the phone or those times we shared our secrets? I don’t understand. How could we go from you telling me you’ve fallen so hard for me to you not even being able to reply to a text?
