To the Boy who ruined it all,
You totally screwed me, I can’t believe it happened this way, I can’t believe this is where I’m at. You were the one person who “got” me, you were the one person I had no problem talking to. We understood each-other and could talk on the phone for hours. Who am I supposed to talk to now that you don’t care? The irony of it all is that this is all anonymous, this is the last place to find a boy like you. Looking around you would think it’s not something crazy to ask for; someone kind, someone to talk to, something that doesn’t end up with me in pieces completely broken and alone. Who knows, maybe everything does happen for a reason. Maybe my pain now can lead to my happiness later, hopefully.
The Girl stuck here alone