My dearest X,
So. I remembered that time you sent me a picture of your bleeding finger that night you broke a glass thing. I'm sitting here, wandering in my thoughts and having done nothing. I stuff my face with chocolate and I can't seem to stay on a page while trying to study.
I'm disappointed in myself. For being the weak one. being the one who couldn't help talking to you. The one who was shut out!
I remember wanting to dress appropriately for your wedding or sth, but right now I'm just. fat. My hair doesn't look good anymore and I'm tired of everything. I'm dreading spring! I hate spring. I just hate it. spring is just noot my season.
I want to forget the regret I have. I don't even want to write about the things I regret about you. So. I should probably end my letter here.
Goodbye
me
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