Lately I've been writing Unread Letters. Some are to classmates who will never read them. Others to celebrities who will never read them. And some even to fictional characters who will never read them. Because what's the point of Unread Letters if the person addressed reads them?
Having a phone curfew sucks. Now here I am with my eyes glued open and having to wake up at 6:00 tomorrow morning. Sometimes I feel as thought I actually have insomnia. And from what I'm gathering, I can't fall asleep without listening to lyrical music blasting through my room. I would say my life is hard, but there is honestly someone who had is way worse. Therefore, I do not have the right to say that.
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From Thoughts to Paper
Short StoryPretty much my diary from the beginning of the school year. May be relatable. You'll have to read to know that... Disclaimer: Don't read if you like happy! Because barely any of it is
