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Dear Travis,
This is a letter to you on the internet that you can pull up and read whenever you feel like creepin on my page. There is a rumor going around saying that I dont write enough stuff about you on this here art website. So here you go. I hope this makes you feel emotionally fulfilled.
" Just because I like to read the things you write about me..." <--travis said this right after he complained about there being nothing about him on my profile. GAH
With love, Marissa.
ps. ur not a dick in this story.
pps u didnt do anything
This is a letter to you on the internet that you can pull up and read whenever you feel like creepin on my page. There is a rumor going around saying that I dont write enough stuff about you on this here art website. So here you go. I hope this makes you feel emotionally fulfilled.
" Just because I like to read the things you write about me..." <--travis said this right after he complained about there being nothing about him on my profile. GAH
With love, Marissa.
ps. ur not a dick in this story.
pps u didnt do anything
Devious Journal Entry
It's been years.
I apologize.
Being on this website is like opening an old sore. Filled with good times, shitty times..oh god.
I created this profile with my best friend.
I met my first love on this site within a couple of months by pure chance.
And I used this site to cry and scream and throw all sorts of tantrums.
So thank you..
Maybe I'll start posting again soon..
dear sir.
give me attention, give me love.
hmmph.
so i feel like i've been watching all of my friends kind of drift away from me. like everything is moving and im standing still. thats actually a rly good way of putting it. the only people who are still by me is morgan, travis, nicole, and amanda. everyone else...i dont know where there going and i have no desire to follow.
i blame my classes.
junior year sucks.
if your in your own little group of friends, consider yourself lucky. im a drifter, sometimes its great..but times like this, it sucks.
this is hard
Amanda and i went to the crash site today and there were car parts everywhere. There was a huge whole in the tree and glass all over the ground. It feels like this happened weeks ago..but it was the day before yesturday. This past friday amanda took a picture of him smiling at lunch, he had no idea in exactly 24 hours, he would be dead.
"We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has
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hey...i feel like a bitch...especially only commenting now...but i havent talked to you in forever...i remember when we used to.....sounds like you got a blah problem :/