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Text #31.

January 30, 6: 52 pm.

I still can't live with the fact that two people who knew each other so well can stand side-to-side and not say a freaking thing to each other. It's like all of these years of knowing that person, of talking to that person and knowing their darkest secrets, vanished away. And people like that; well, they make you change. They make you grow up. And you, Tyler, you had that effect on me. I'm not as nice as I used to be and I don't let people in so easily like I used to. I guess I'm the only person in whom I can count on.

Text #32.

January 31, 2:56 pm.

I was scrolling through some random pages on the internet and I saw a picture that had the definition of a wonderwall. So here it is:
won-der-wall. (adj.): the person of which you have a total infatuation with; your refuge; a person with an indescribable aura, your favorite place to be; the one to save you from whatever emptiness and unhappiness you may feel; the person who completes you.
I started to think about it. I hope I find my wonderwall someday.

Text #33.

February 1, 4:47 pm.

Mom screamed at me for not cleaning my room. I'm grounded once more.

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