1/27/23
She could've killed me and I would've asked for more. Ever since I wrote that letter, she has been on my mind. All the time. I love her, too much to even think straight.
Elizabeth...what she said was a lie, I am sure of it. Lizzie didn't know her the way I knew her, everything she said was a lie.
This doesn't even count as me writing in here, does it? No news, nothing interesting. Just the stupid ramblings of a lovesick girl. I'm sick with love, as though it was the posion I wrote about. It could never, as much as my heart wants me to believe it.
This isn't an official writing. Just...I needed somewhere to say it. Somewhere where I could write the words down on paper, and have them be real. My heart needs me, wants me so desperately to say what I have been needing to say, ever since I met her.
But I can't
ns 15.158.61.6da2
