i have every secret text written down in a special notebook, since i had to delete almost immediately so lover didn’t see. and now that it has been a year since we stopped talking, i want to show you these words. these words that meant so much then and mean absolutely nothing now. wtf erin. this isn’t you. i know you’ll be around again i am just not sure if i’ll accept. i never cared anyway i guess, just sad to lose another plaything. another admirer. another obsession pining over an enigmatic entity that can never be caught.