3:56 am
From Dylan:
i just realized how much that i don’t want to grow up
From Dylan:
like all this stuff with my mom, with money stuff and house problems and i don’t want to go to college but i can’t NOT go to college you know?
From Dylan:
like i know that i have my future planned out but what about all the stuff that isn’t planned? like you can plan to fall in love and get married but i’m pretty fucking sure that nobody plans to get divorced and then look at how much your life is screwed up
From Dylan:
i don’t even know what i’m saying anymore i’m so tired of this
From Dylan:
i’m tired but i can’t sleep and i just wish that the last few months didn’t happen
From Dylan:
you know how they say like if you’re up at 4 am you’re either lonely or in love?
From Dylan:
they never said that you could be both at the same time
From Dylan:
i’m sorry god forget i even text you, you don’t need my shit
From Dylan:
sorry
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8:09 am
To Dylan:
text me as soon as you wake up.
To Dylan:
guess who’s getting treated out for ice cream by yours truly?
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1:17 pm
From Dylan:
me?
To Dylan:
yes you :) see you in 45?
From Dylan:
see you in 30, not all of us take forever to get ready
To Dylan:
i'm rolling my eyes at you
YOU ARE READING
To Dylan
Short StoryTo Dylan: i just miss you. - A series of texts in which she experiences depression in the most vicarious way possible, and love is just the tune playing lowly in the background. - [Trigger Warnings for: Depression, Thoughts of Suicide, Self-Harm] [D...
