
twenty-three.
wreckless.

title: kate, kate my love. eyja,
i miss you. i know you're not gonna read this. i neo no one would anyway. it's been hard trying to fall aslp. although we shared fucked up conversations every fucking nite. it's fucked up, way worst than i thought it would be, my love. long john will be waiting until i see you again. iam bck to square one. to write before i sleep. i hate myslf to haf to do this post. sappy. job's done. i cant play the sims. comp's shitty. ok. so i had dinner with the girls the night you went off. the girls were different and fun. everyone smokes now. woweey.the thing is, babe, let's go for a drink & get fucking drunk for fuck and dance when we meet again ok, eyja? i've been too sober for very long, very long. let's have your favourite BAILEY'S & miLk. then Gin&Milk in a teacup! i love you. Love, lot's of fucking love, shaa. ps: i miss talking to fucked up you, rayza. now i feel like this. ![]() |