mmmmkay.

*so how was your day?*

an hour later

*good. i'm signing off. i love you*

if you really loved me, you would have replied when i sent this message to you. yep. the guy i love. i refuse to use his name or tell anyone. he doesn't like me any way. he'll always know me as Kenny's sister.

a week ago, you said we would be best friends forever. you even typed it out instead of saying bffs.

but were are you now? now that i'm sad, and tears begin briming over the egde. well, i'm over the edge now.

still waiting for you to reply to the

*hey. can you talk right now?*

i sent you two days ago.

you make me cry all the time. but your just a normal guy anyway. so why should you be able to make my heart soar. to have this surepnatural grip on my heart. to have a wack control over my emotions, knowing just the right words to say to make my heart swell, or to make my cry.

cry

baby

cry

i would burn the city down to show you the light.

i love you.

but whatever.

it doesn't matter.

do i?

did i ever?

nope. and who would ever love me like i love you?

nobody. well, yeah. nobody.

i just got a comment for the fanfiction i sent you two years ago.

and this is what you said

*that's dumb*

only two words.

two insulting words.

do you remember when you used to hug me every day.

do you remember when you used to kiss my cheek when i cried.

or when i ruined your shirt last yearbecause of the trouble i got in.

or when we got caught smoking in your room.

no.

you don't.

because frankly, if you did, you would have called me when i told you how upset i was when he hit me.

oops. i never told anyone about that.

but the thing i never told anyone is that *he* is you.

yeah, your just a guy.

people will tell me: your stupid to be upset over him.

i am

it's really gay

i apologize.

but your not gay. your perfect.

too perfect for me.

whatever.