Daniel

candicecarruthers:

Do you have any idea about how that level of society operates?

Friends aren’t dependant on your ‘level of society’. Your friends are the people that care about you in ways that it doesn’t look like you ever learned to care about people. 

Your friends, if they were real friends, wouldn’t care that you were here except to be supportive and ask what they could do. If you had real friends, they would have given you a couch to crash on while you hated your dad. Would have talked you into going to the cops about people that hurt you. The only friend I’ve ever seen you have was Taylor because he cared about you more than he was even capiable of showing. No matter how much you pushed him away he would have done anything for you. 

So no, I don’t know how your bullshit fake friends operate. But I do know that I would be your real friend if you had any fucking clue how real people operate.

candicecarruthers:

danielinthelionsden:

candicecarruthers:

danielinthelionsden:

I ain’t gonna hurt you. You just seem down is all *recoils*

I know you aren’t going to. Doesn’t mean I want you touching me.

*crosses arms*

You say this like that and you wonder why you ain’t got anyone coming to visit you.

I don’t wonder anything. I know my dads just busy.

Considering everyone else thinks I’m at a boarding school I wouldn’t expect anyone else to visit.

Not wondering, then. Complaining.

I find it hard to believe you had friends.

candicecarruthers:

danielinthelionsden:

I ain’t gonna hurt you. You just seem down is all *recoils*

I know you aren’t going to. Doesn’t mean I want you touching me.

*crosses arms*

You say this like that and you wonder why you ain’t got anyone coming to visit you.

candicecarruthers:

danielinthelionsden:

There there, Candice.

Don’t touch me.

I ain’t gonna hurt you. You just seem down is all *recoils*

candicecarruthers:

I feel like I’m in some kind of limbo. I don’t know when or if ill ever see Taylor again.

I watched Up and cried. I don’t even care who saw. Not because of the dying. Because I’m never going to have that kind of relationship with someone.

I haven’t had visitors since my dad left.

;_;

There there, Candice.

Daniel stared at the bottle of water in his window. The liquid was slowly turning a clear amber color. It was hot enough to make tea in a bottle in the window. He huffed about having to wait till June to do it, but at least he could now. He rolled back on his bed, bored to tears.

According to Kaleb, Texas Sweet Tea doesn’t taste like me.

I’m sweeter ;)