Short Story Number Six Hundred and Twenty
I’m here waiting for you and it’s starting to rain and I really wish you’d hurry up. I’ve got so many things to say to you. I know you think everything is perfect, but I want to tell you that sometimes everything is just broken. That might not be a very nice thing to say, but it’s kind of true sometimes. I mean, I can’t pretend to be happy and bright all the time, when inside I’m turning into tiny little pieces of dust that are just ugly and strange.
(Source: keremmermutlu)
