Disorganic.

Hi there! it’s, uh… Its me again, I guess it was sort of unfair of me to pretend that… Well. I just wanted to meet someone that didn’t know about it. Someone honest. Its not that I didn’t want you to meet my friends or be a part of-

You weren’t the dirty secret, I was

I guess I just, Its just. I wanted to meet someone out of the light. Away from the crowd, the scrutiny. I wanted to remember what it was like to meet a girl for the first time, to be nervous for once. I wanted to see if someone like you would… like someone like me.

I just wanted to… never mind. I guess it doesn’t matter.

I guess you didn’t.. well. I wasn’t good en- I wasn’t right. It didn’t work out.

Well, They’re calling me, so I’ve got to go, really.

Call me when you get this?