Done. Wasted.
Will I ever grow up? Huh?
I’m really done with myself, as have everybody else.
Please don’t call me again. Please forget me.
I know you will… and everything will be alright.
With love,
~Vanny
Ps: All I really meant to say was: ‘please love me, please notice me, please talk to me’, but I have no hope at all. When will I resign?