tyler.
i really don’t know how i picked up a great guy such as yourself. oh yeah, it was that chuck norris bulliten i responded to, to now spending my nights putting tampons in mufflers and switching clothes with you because your vnecks are really nice. i don’t think you’ll ever realize how much i love you. if you ever needed me, i’d walk to fucking plainville. i swear to god i would. i just, ever since that day i walked down to hang with you and you were wearing that dr. suess shirt; you just are so great. the fact you hide your feelings so much scares me sometimes. i used to, and it was killing me. i feel healthier letting it out, and even though people call me dramatic and a complainer, I DON’T GIVE A FUCK. you never judged me, you never left me out in the cold. your mom, she makes me happy. you, you make me happy. sometimes i wonder what it’s like for all these scene girls. i want to make you happy, sometimes i find myself looking at your lips and wanting to kiss them. and how when you laugh your throat goes up and down, that adams apple or whatever. youre so disgusting, but for some reason i find a sick admiration in it. the way you just really don’t care but you do over the things that should matter. you have horrible taste in girls, you always go for the ones that hurt you, those scene girls as you would name them. i want to show you love, i know you aren’t ready. but hell, i am grateful that you are my best friend, and that you agknowledge that fact and remind me that i’m a good friend and that you need me. don’t need, but it’s good to exaggerate the fact that you WANT me in your life.
i really do just care about you so much, this heavy heart’s been lifted by you and i couldn’t thank you enough.
