His name is Rayshawn. He ran away to NYC and is believed to be somewhere in Manhattan (i know, it’s huge). We haven’t seen him in over 2 weeks and have no way of contacting him. I’m very worried about his well being. He skateboards so he might be riding around on one. Idk. I just really need to talk to him or at least know that he’s okay.
I don’t really have any good pics but here are two
I’d appreciate it if you reblogged this and spread the word.
Does anyone else feel really guilty when they start talking about their own feelings and then immediately regret saying anything because you just feel so annoying and pathetic and ugh
I’m going to stop because I’m done trying. I’m done trying so hard for people who don’t care. You come around when the time is right for you. And of course, I’ll be there. Because I’m always there for people who fail to be there for me.