Sometimes I find it hard to believe everything is real. Life is real. This is truly happening. I find that having half my hair missing to be hard to believe as well.
Growing up, you knew how much I adored my golden hair. It was one of the things that have me a sense of security and covered me completely. The other thing that could ever give me this feeling was you.
Life is shit. I don't understand any of it like why we were friend or why you decided to hate me now. In fact, I don't know why your abandoned locker is my only friend or why a part of me wants you to read these and the rest of me hopes you don't. I'm pathetic.
Nothing makes sense. Life doesn't make sense. You don't make sense. Everything is a pointless illusion.
P.s. Illusions are dumb.
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Forgot to Mention [Completed]
Short Story~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A lonely girl starts writing letters to her ex best friend and former crush and begins placing them in his old locker at the end of everyday. She starts considering the locker to be her new best friend and re...
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