It’s nights like these I wonder where you are. I’ve heard rumors about you and I hope you’re okay. I hope they’re all lies and you just hate social media. Fat chance though you always loved to be the center of attention why would now be any different. They said bad things about you in middle school is that what pushed you over the brink. I miss you. I hope they’re all rumors and I’m a gullible fool. Anything could be better than that.