APRIL 4, 2011
I know that you won't get these, but I still send them. I send these in the dead of night when all I think about is you. How your eyes would light up and you would grin like a kid when we would watch Disney movies. I miss that. I miss you.
YOU ARE READING
Secrets
Short Story«You say I'm not alone, but I am petrified.» [TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM AND DRUG/ALCOHOL ABUSE MENTIONED IN THIS STORY]
