letters to my ex

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heya!

Obviously, you're predictable but i didn't contend you to be that dumb enough to put in the exact surname. So?

lmao, what — 
meh, that's a low blow even for ya. why would anyone in their right senses incorporate a travel guide in their schedule?
refrain from stale mockery, perhaps?

About the vaccine shot, umm i kinda didn't feel anything except the occasional pain in the arm. ( i swear the arm pain is terrible.)
Oh yea, you anticipate it to be this dramatic spurt but then it boils down to nothing.

Uh, no? We never say the things we intend to say. Blame it on the multiplicity of reasons encumbering us or the fact that when we do try to speak to reality, language abandons us. Maybe it's because what we want to say is always messier than what words imply? What we actually say is a product of a human mind in a particular state. Add in a different circumstance altogether and you get a different reaction. Doesn't it mean what we say is questionable?
capeesh?

shucks, does sound like a prison. ( the cabin)

Oh yea, one more thing: not to pester but would it be a permanent arrangement or is it till the time your computer classes last?
And does it mean no more letters? not that i  was particularly keen on that, i mean whatever.

PS: i swear you need to listen to "house with no mirrors" by Sasha Sloan if you probably haven't heard it already. It's legit divine.

And well, i was busy doing nothing in particular, just the usual.

And yea, nighty night.(?)