Remember
found that you're alone
I remember when MySpace was the it thing to have. That was how I met him. I was searching for this kid who went to my school, and for one reason or another his profile came up. I know the only reason I clicked on it was because his profile picture was gorgeous. That face of his…there is no real way to describe it. He is just that beautiful. I knew that if he were to talk to me (I had doubted he would seeing as he had so many 'friends') I could truly be myself. It wouldn't matter. He and I were of different states, and I was sure he doesn't speak to anyone that would cause my life to be a bigger Hell than it already was.
He did talk to me. I sent him a friend request. Not too long after he accepted it, and I sent him a message thanking him. We just hit it off. Became friends from the start. He made me laugh, and forget about life away from messaging him.
I remember in that night he had told me about his band. He told me how he wanted to be famous one day, and I, of course, just nodded. What teenager didn't want to be famous? And how many fit guys on MySpace didn't have anything to do with some form of a band? He fit a stereotype, that was for sure, but unlike a lot of the guys on MySpace with a million friends, he was actually nice.
But now? I have no idea where he is. I haven't spoken to him in two years. Maybe his band did become famous and he forgot about me. Or maybe he just forgot about me all together. I want to say he does care, that he still knows I'm here, but I don't know that. I send him letters still (we had exchanged addresses to physically write letters to one another after a year of speaking), but I never get anything in return. The letters I send are never sent back, but nor is any reply. It hurts. I admit to that, but I believe that is from lack of any sort of closer. He just disappeared one day, and I've yet to hear from him since.
To think, I actually thought he cared. My mistake, right? I deserve the pain for being stupid enough to fall for someone from the internet. He was actually trying to help me, too. Help me to get better and see there is a brighter side to the world. I guess that was just part of the act.
I wish I never fell for you Andrew Biersack because you're killing me slowly.
He did talk to me. I sent him a friend request. Not too long after he accepted it, and I sent him a message thanking him. We just hit it off. Became friends from the start. He made me laugh, and forget about life away from messaging him.
I remember in that night he had told me about his band. He told me how he wanted to be famous one day, and I, of course, just nodded. What teenager didn't want to be famous? And how many fit guys on MySpace didn't have anything to do with some form of a band? He fit a stereotype, that was for sure, but unlike a lot of the guys on MySpace with a million friends, he was actually nice.
But now? I have no idea where he is. I haven't spoken to him in two years. Maybe his band did become famous and he forgot about me. Or maybe he just forgot about me all together. I want to say he does care, that he still knows I'm here, but I don't know that. I send him letters still (we had exchanged addresses to physically write letters to one another after a year of speaking), but I never get anything in return. The letters I send are never sent back, but nor is any reply. It hurts. I admit to that, but I believe that is from lack of any sort of closer. He just disappeared one day, and I've yet to hear from him since.
To think, I actually thought he cared. My mistake, right? I deserve the pain for being stupid enough to fall for someone from the internet. He was actually trying to help me, too. Help me to get better and see there is a brighter side to the world. I guess that was just part of the act.
I wish I never fell for you Andrew Biersack because you're killing me slowly.
Notes
title credit: make up - escape the fatethis story was originally posted on mibba two years ago. figured i would bring it over here.
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12/29/14