yo, anurag ( dampen your enthusiasm on a sulky sullen day, perhaps?)
first off that's the intrusion of privacy.
second, lmao who keeps that password? smh.
third, okay I'll try to log in.
About the letter format, no i didn't mean that for you. i was mocking myself for using those salutations, childish asf. Again, it's not an obligation to write something reclusive or that silly thingy, i was just trying to give a reason for dawdling. Uh-huh, yea but i guess not all things operate under good or bad.
lmao, i swear you sometimes talk like a waking-walking prodigy.
arghh, i know right, the weather is so damn horrid over here. Angst over headlines? That's actually rad to read. And almost 19? Was that necessary? and it's blatantly invalid.
SO, SYNOPSIS: Kerela isn't a paradise on earth all around the year. noted
yes, no, maybe, so. ( i don't?) Believe it or not, cynicism permeates every mortal.
Oh, that sucks. duh, klutz. Yk, if i lose something, it always finds a way back to me. maybe, wait? your words would come back to you. ( taking time as a flexible variable factor). It never seemed plain; it's not the phrases or the alignment of the words that matter.
Glib phrases twirl and slip down your mind and migrate to formerly blank sheet, dancing on the ghost of verses that your finger types away, clunking at the keyboard and writing what no human tongue has ever thought to say. i bet that has got to have magic.
wow, that was my modest effort at making you feel better about the loss. lol
(eww, all those short forms blind my sight.)
Wait, and that!
"mosquitoes whisper bitter everything into my barrel of rabbits that took me too long to feel guilty when people yodel."
It's so fun, i scribble them all the time.
Okay, see ya soon.
YOU ARE READING
letters to my ex
RomanceWhen nostalgia hits you hard, you begin telepathic communication with someone who has left you.
