i'm kerri, sixteen years. there's so much more to me than you think
Ask me anything
Ask me anything
what I’d say but I know I need to say something. I just wish you knew all the things I still say about you. I still think highly of you no matter what. I don’t even want you to respond, I just need you to know how I really feel because I know you think I hate you. I really don’t, it was my way of moving on and acting like I didn’t care. But the thing is, I do care, so much still. I miss all the things you did for me and just even having you around and knowing you’re there when I need you. I don’t know how to let you know and I don’t know when I’ll run into you. I want to see you so bad, to talk to you, about everything, and to put it all in the past for good. I have a different look on it all now than I used to. I don’t know how to let you know this but I need to tell you, somehow, someday, some way.
