(Some language in this chapter! I don't know why, but I just thought that Withered Bonnie should cuss a lot.)
I cannot believe myself. Why the fuck am I encouraging this? Hell, I know why. A shitshow like me aint' got anything to do anyway. So, I'm sitting here writing. Writing because I can't talk anymore. Writing because he's my brother.
I know it sounds stupid, but I know sparks when I see them and you have them, buddy. I get that it's hard to let someone in after you feel those feelings, but you need it. My advice is that you don't listen to a word Freddy says and you just do what feels right. If you want honest opinions, talk to me, cuz' I'll give damn honest opinions. So go talk to her and just be yourself. She'll love you. (I hear her thoughts sometimes. It's really annoying but useful).
Love from Boo :)
I really hate my big, fat mouth... But I have an obligation to him, so I pull a sheet of music out of my drawer and begin to write out the notes as they slowly come to me. I can't let him go through this alone, and besides, who doesn't love a wholesome love song? Sigh... Well fuck. Now I'm waist-deep in this freakin' soap opera.