I got tired of waiting for you to wake up, so I left your house.
Yes, you read that right.
I'm getting bored with this whole journal thing. I really hope you're not reading this at night, because it's about to get pretty... pretty scary in here.
Where's here?
Here is your head. Here is my head. Here is our head.
Let's join together, now. Let's become one. Forever.
Do you know what forever is like? I know what it's like to forever miss someone. Because that's what I have now. I miss her forever.
She was the last you. But I've moved on, now. In more ways than one.
You made it easier. How on earth can I thank you?
YOU ARE READING
Apple of My Eye
HorrorIf only I could sleep. Days are bad when you can't sleep. Days are worse when you can't remember. Days are the worst when you can't forget what you've done, and you can't forget who you've done it to. For a long time, night was the only peace I ha...
