It’s now the next day, and as I predicted the silent crying began. No one knows. No one cares. No one.
You think I don’t realize you dislike me? You only message me when you’re not busy with your friends or when you’ve been drinking. Please don’t contact me anymore; I won’t respond.
I could peel back your layers like an onion, leaving you exposed for crows and ravens to feast on your innards while you rot. -Demon Kane.
