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Sorry that this is short. The whole thing is actually a whole lot shorter than I originally thought it was... :/
This pencil is about half the size it was before I started writing. And she still hasn’t talked to me all day. I know I’ve written about four letters today but I think it’s really helping this time. I mean, having time alone to just think and write and cry and ignore and forget everything. Just for maybe half an hour I’m just sick of people not understanding. And every time I hear someone behind me I hope it’s Tahnee, but at the same time I’m not altogether sure I ever want to see her again. But it’s these laughter attacks with John and Annie that makes me feel alive and happy. It’s these moments of reality that seem to be all that’s keeping me sane.
-Anonymous
The universe is an asshole
-Anonymous
