Oh, no wonder why they say you shouldn't drink and post.
My dear Kelly,
I'd run around the world to find you; you mean more to me than I'm able to let on.
When we first started talking over this crazy world called the 'internet', I knew I had to lie to you about my own identity. Honestly, I had so much fear growing inside of me after talking for just awhile, fear that you would know every true thought running through my fucked-up mind. But, as you know, I couldn't hide the truth from you for too long. [Iloveyousofuckingmuch]. You've kind of been like that rock in the middle of an ocean storm. You gave me something to grasp to stay afloat so I wouldn't drown in the perils of myself.
And so it tumbles farther down...
Even when I told you that I had been lying to you for about two years, you didn't care. You even told me of how much I helped you. Remember me scoffing at that? Really, it seems ironic that I saved your life when you saved mine. What's even worse, I'm still lying to you. It's so fucking hard for me to be true to anyone... but you still accept my flaws.
I don't want to talk to you again, you make feel like I'm dissecting myself and laying my insides in front of you in a nice fucking glass bottle. The worst part is, I'm the one who wants to do it for you. I want you to see my insides, I want to prove to you I'm not fucking pretty.
And if I'm not pretty, I'd rather be dead...
I love you so much, Kellyface. I'm sorry for ignoring you for long periods of time... I just had random breakdowns because I knew you could see through my transparent skin. I knew you could see through the lies to my grotesque insides.
At the same time, you swim through me like a disease. I think about you, even though we've never truly met. Haha, I'm even nerdy enough to talk about you with my friends...
I don't think I can lie to you anymore, it's tearing me apart; my neck is cutting itself to save me lying to you. Even my heart is in on it; everytime we talk it beats too fast for its own good. Almost as if the heart is running to find you.
Your stalker,
[notmyrealname]
p.s. I don't want to forget you, and I don't think I'll be able to if I tried...
I'd run around the world to find you; you mean more to me than I'm able to let on.
When we first started talking over this crazy world called the 'internet', I knew I had to lie to you about my own identity. Honestly, I had so much fear growing inside of me after talking for just awhile, fear that you would know every true thought running through my fucked-up mind. But, as you know, I couldn't hide the truth from you for too long. [Iloveyousofuckingmuch]. You've kind of been like that rock in the middle of an ocean storm. You gave me something to grasp to stay afloat so I wouldn't drown in the perils of myself.
And so it tumbles farther down...
Even when I told you that I had been lying to you for about two years, you didn't care. You even told me of how much I helped you. Remember me scoffing at that? Really, it seems ironic that I saved your life when you saved mine. What's even worse, I'm still lying to you. It's so fucking hard for me to be true to anyone... but you still accept my flaws.
I don't want to talk to you again, you make feel like I'm dissecting myself and laying my insides in front of you in a nice fucking glass bottle. The worst part is, I'm the one who wants to do it for you. I want you to see my insides, I want to prove to you I'm not fucking pretty.
And if I'm not pretty, I'd rather be dead...
I love you so much, Kellyface. I'm sorry for ignoring you for long periods of time... I just had random breakdowns because I knew you could see through my transparent skin. I knew you could see through the lies to my grotesque insides.
At the same time, you swim through me like a disease. I think about you, even though we've never truly met. Haha, I'm even nerdy enough to talk about you with my friends...
I don't think I can lie to you anymore, it's tearing me apart; my neck is cutting itself to save me lying to you. Even my heart is in on it; everytime we talk it beats too fast for its own good. Almost as if the heart is running to find you.
Your stalker,
[notmyrealname]
p.s. I don't want to forget you, and I don't think I'll be able to if I tried...