The Boy with 100 Days

Day 9

            Damn, I forgot to write yesterday. Well what happened was I texted Liz "Good Morning", but she didn't reply. Oh well, she might have been busy. It actually made me quite sad. It is like you talk to somebody so much that they become a part of you, and when you don't talk it is like that part of you is just gone. So I waited all day for a reply, but nothing came. My parents fought about some stupid thing which got on my nerves. Otherwise I don't remember many of the smaller details of yesterday.

            However, today I remember texting Liz again, and waiting. She replied "Morning", but that was it, she stopped again. So I got dressed, brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and sat down in front of the window. I watched the birds fly around chasing each other. As I got up to leave one crashed into the window. I went to check on it, and it wasn't moving. I called my dad, he told me it was dead, and buried it. I was really bummed about it, but that's life. You can be ever so happy, and then next thing you know you're dead.

            I decided that tomorrow I'll start writing letters at the end of the day talking about my feelings, because well, what else can I do? So I got some notebook paper, and cut them on the red indenting lines, so that there would be no holes, or little crummy paper pieces on the end. Took me awhile to cut them all the same, but I did it.

            Nothing really happened today except for the bird death, and me cutting papers. So I decided to start writing the little letters about my feelings.

7/23

Dear Liz,

            I really care about you, and want you to be happy. I hope you are happy, and I hope I make you happy. I'm sorry about your boyfriend being a jerk, you don't deserve that. I may have wanted you two split up, but I didn't want you to be so hurt, and I am sorry I wished for it. I don't know why you aren't texting me, but you probably have a good reason to do so. It is probably just karma biting me in the butt. I do miss you though. It has been two days of me being empty, because you aren't here. Please come back.

Alex

            I went to bed more depressed than I was before I wrote the letter. Took me a while of tossing and turning before I could finally doze off. I woke up, and remembered to write all this. My dad came in, saw I was awake, and reminded me that we are packing to go camping tomorrow. When he left I finished the letter, and now I'm off to bed.