him. ; muke [short story]

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it's been about 2 months since i've talked to you last. i don't know why i'm talking to you now, really. well, technically i'm not talking to you but you know what i mean.

i guess i just had another break down and i decided that i had had enough. you were always one to make me feel better, so my first thought was to write down my stupid feelings in this stupid journal. which, by the way, was a stupid idea.

but here i am, because i've got absolutely nothing better to do. hopefully parker won't find this, because i know if she does, she'll be upset with me. she wants me to completely rid my thoughts of you. my only question to that would be, 'how?'

but oh well. even if she does find this, she'll get over it. i'll just tell her it's a way of coping, and, even if she doesn't believe me, she'll get over it eventually.

i wonder if you'll ever actually read this. probably not, because even if i did send this to you, you'd take one look at the address and throw it in the garbage. you hate me, remember? or at least that's what you told me the last time i talked to you. that's okay though. i hate me too.

but anyways, none of this even matters and i'm currently asking myself what the point is in even doing this but i'm gonna do it anyway. i don't really have a reason for it except that reliving the memories brings a smile to my face, and that's something i really need right now.

fuck this sounds so cheesy. gross.

anyways, um. i love you.

-michael xx

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holy shit aw but this is how i would imagine michael would write a letter like he'd be all awkward and shit and awwww.

-morgan xx