Up late again

[blissful_ending]

►Here, I sit at my desk. Late at night I start to wonder. About everything. There is just something about late nights that gets to me. I will be laying in my bed one moment and the next I will find myself sitting here, talking nonsense fairytales and dreams to my journal as if it cares. The thoughts of you, of him, of us, gallops through my

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[mybruisedego]

kristy be happy i dont like wen ure sad uve always benen there for me plz dont ever do sumthin to hurt u read wat ure sis wrote she loves u talk to one of us n tell us wats going on
i love u