I miss you, Amburloo.
We never talk anymore, you always give me that simple 'I understand what you're saying but it's not funny' nod. Or maybe the classic 'I don't know what to say' look of pity. I'll never understand you, Amburloo. You're able to keep things in so very well. Maybe that's why those looks of pity are given more often lately? I'm not sure, but I can tell we're slipping apart... and I really don't want that to happen. I'm sure you feel the same, right? I'm trying to hold on to our relationship, but it's like sand falling out of my grasp. (Is "grasp" a word??? O whale imma use it anyway) Sure, we have a few laughs every now and then. For instance,
Ana:
Oh my gosh nothing is going good in my life...
Hayila:
You are certainly right! Jesus loves you!
I don't think Ana appreciated that! But darn, was it funny! We laughed until we couldn't breathe and our stomachs hurt. Or how I know a secret of yours? *turns this letter into a blackmail letter and blackmails you for all eternity* jk jk. But who would you actually choose between Tyler and Josh? I, of course, know the answer to this question. But I won't ever tell. ;). Hopefully you won't tell my answer either. Alright, that's all for now, folks.
P.s.
And remember, if a gang member ever tries to steal your money- well, good luck charlie ;)
P.p.s.
What does the extra "p" in "p.p.s." mean????
So long and goodnight,
Your m8
•stay alive•
