You told me turh wait cus you gotta go sumwhr.

I hesitated.

But yet, you said you'd be back.

So I waited.

And waited..

And waited...

Th time was 0543 a.m when

I finally decided turh switch off my lappy

& go turh bed.

Before that, I didn't intend turh even

close yr chat-page.

I got really sleepy.

Go knew you won't be back anyways.

Thanks fer making me wait.

I miss you, lyk more than ever.

Just on th other page, you were talkin turh me.

Hey, miss me?

Nah. Bloody fat hope, bitch.
We're all goin our own ways after this year.

Omg, kill me already.

Today's th 19th.

Mark it, th 19th day of not textin you "Goodnight".

But somehow, eenthough I managed turh survive this far,

I'm slowly dying inside.

Now yr online nt believen that yr

actually talkin turh me.

Maybe yr fading away frm my mind.
No, I'm lying.