PewdieCry-Fanclub

Pen Pal P.2 I took out some paper, slowly writing out the words. See, I was a simple 28 year old with really bad anxiety, paired with minor depression and an eating disorder. So, I write my boyfriend daily. He’s basically the only thing that makes me happy, and he lives in Sweden, and his computer is broken. His name is Felix, which in funny because that’s the Roman word for “happy”, and the Latin word for “Lucky, successful”. He has blonde hair, and light blue eyes, and he’s my angel. “Dear Felix, Hi. Um, I miss you. Really badly. Do you think I can visit you soon? I’m lonely as shit