brendon,
you called me.
you told me i had to
leave the band.
and to take Jon with me.
why?
why!?
why!
i came to get my things from
the practice space.
they were waiting for me in
the hallway.
with a note
that read,
"ryan,
i wish i could say that i felt bad.
but i dont. dont try to contact
me. this is for the best.
-brendon"
thats okay.
its the stress.
YOU ARE READING
dear brendon
Fanfictiondisclaimer i wrote this in 2016 and yes i'm still alive what's good w all of u i'm back for a hot minute thought i'd leave y'all w this mess
