Dear Allen
Tonight I learned that when the mask comes off, there is naught but madness and jealousy. Every German girl is prettier, blonder, thinner, and all I can think is how much I want to cover that damn boy's face in kisses. When is it my turn, daddy? When? When do I get the man they've been telling me I deserve for so long? I don't want to be second best, I won't fucking settle for that, not ever again.
Ha, I bet I won't be able to read this tomorrow.
But just remember your rule, Milesly, fall in love often, but keep two or three at the most.
It doesn't matter.
It doesn't fucking matter.
I want Michael.
Love,
Milesly
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