Dear Sage,
When I said that I didn't want to write anymore I was kinda lying because I still want to write but I don't... If you get my drift. Whatever.
I slept in until 2:00 today. Then I laid in bed a bit. I didn't feel like getting up to reach my phone so I just stared at the ceiling. Remember that blue ink stain on my ceiling from when we exploded that pen? I didn't. I fell asleep again after awhile. Then I woke up again at 4:00. I felt really groggy and messed up and shit so I didn't feel like getting up. I only got up to get this paper and a pencil.
I'm tired now.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Sage (V1)
Teen Fiction··ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴɴᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ·s ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ·· A story about grief and letting go, "Dear Sage" is an ambiguous tale spun by the many unsent letters from Remy to Sag...
