im not mad at u, im disappointed.
so many moments i passed with u, so many talks we did, so many fun we had... and u still wanna leave me like a piece of tasteless gum.
i though i rlly meant something to u but turns out i dont as Mr. wanna leave.
so im letting u go first.
Tim : *climb on the bed and go btw us to snuggle* i had a very bad nightmare, i made a sculpture and was gonna show it and u were dead and i was crying and ran away and- *breath loudly and cry*