Wow

I was one crazy, dramatic, naive bitch.

After

everything we've been through...
wow.
life is indeed shocking.

Just so you know,

I still want you in my life. If you want, you can still talk to me for more than two sentences worth of time. I'd like that a lot because I miss your presence. It's like someone cut three fingers of my left hand. But anyways, I miss you Kaitlyn. And I'm sorry everything's fucked now.

Things

change.

so

Maybe it would be nice if you actually called me and didn't hang up.
Maybe, it would be nice if you made an effort.
But then again, maybe it wouldn't.

...

I still have no fucking idea what's wrong with me.
And it's making me angry.
I can't bring myself to care about anything, and instead of being productive or relaxing, I find myself staring into space and telling myself to get a move on it, but then I just end up sitting there, willing myself not to think.
That's not me.
It's not making me sad anymore.
It's simply infuriating me.

Strawberry

If that story was supposed to reflect us, we have a sad future ahead indeed. Cause I wouldn't do it. Not even for you.

I hope I took that story too personal, cause I don't want to end up with someone like that. So hopefully it had nothing to do with us, and you're just writing.