D e a r M a t t
It’s the weekend again.
I hate weekends.
I hate all days really.
He hit me today. Twice.
I’ve got a split lip and a black eye now.
I decided to save money, so I’m bringing these directly to your house.
Do you know who I am yet?
Do you even read these anymore?
You probably don’t even care.
No one ever does.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To You
Novela Juvenil"I suppose some of us are just meant to be alone. Forever"
