may 7, 2013
dear autumn,
my sister was talking on the phone the other day.
she was saying that she and mom were worried about me.
they're trying their best to help me, i know.
but...
i don't want their help.
i want yours.
- elliot
typed down at the bottom of an old essay draft
YOU ARE READING
dear autumn,
Genç Kurgua girl long dead and gone. a boy not accepting the fact that she's gone, and so he writes her little bits and pieces of what he's going through without her. [lowercase intended]
