Text fights.
Starvation diets of water and bubble gum.
Fake misunderstandings.
Erasing some of the past two years. Selective memory I suppose.
Sharpie tattoos.
Apparently I'm stubborn.
Broken wrist. And toes and fingers.
Vampire life right now. My hours are the complete opposite of everyone else's. Just another futile way of defying.
I want to cry.
Full moon. Clouds.
Bad choices. I have only myself to blame. It's a tough position of everyone.
Prove to me that I'm worth it. Worth the hugs and smiles and all the "call me"s.
I hate you because I couldn't stand to be like you.
Penpals.
Other types of letters in mind.
I need to approach the business side of this; it might be the only way.
I desperately want to know you.
I'm everything you hate. I'm sorry.
This is ridiculous, whether you do or don't know what I'm talking about.
There's always more. Maybe later.
