What happened to Brad when Patrick left?
DATE 8 : 16 : 18
What if I told you I wrote about you?
You aren't Sam, I'm not Charlie.
You never said, " write about me."
I never said, " I will."
Yet, I have.
I've written about many a person.
If they found out, I would be embarrassed. My words are personal, I don't think they'd appreciate it.
It's almost like reading someone's diary.
I view it as flattering.
Maybe I'm thinking too much.
Why now did I wonder this?
Because I felt like texting you and telling you, but I didn't know what to say after that.
What if I told you and him, every word I said through these windows.
You'd enjoy it, but he still wouldn't.
I've been thinking alot.
Sex, tattoos, and cigarettes.
Not aesthetically, out of curiousity.
That's a freedom.
That's a liberty.
That's a choice.
I need to stop.
