Do you still read these even though I haven’t written in so long? Or have you given up on me?
I never know what to write, and you never write back. I know I shouldn’t hold my breath. You’ve probably moved on… I just wish I had a sign. I’ve been asking for a sign a lot lately. I keep hoping things dont go bad. Yet they always seem to. I cant wrap my head around it. Everything that’s happened has made me question myself.
I’m not used to people liking me, but in a sick way it felt good to know I’m wanted. I never told my angel. Part of me likes the compliments I got. I know I’ll never act on them because I have my angel. I guess I just want to make sure they’re still there for me, that everything you told me wasnt just a lie so you could get into my pants, but actually were things you felt…
Willow 