[ October 30 2015 ]
Dear Meg,
Friday. I didn't go to school today.
I didn't sleep at all last night. Too many things clouded my mind.
You know one of those nights where you just lie in bed and think about every little thing?
It's a funny thing, Meg.
It's funny and fucking bewildering how our minds could make us feel so content at one point and then feel so god damn depressed the next.
It's fucking funny how sometimes our own thoughts could not make sense to us because there are just too many things, like jumbled up words scattered around in the depths of our minds.
My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.
It's a funny thing, Meg.
Love, Dylan
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Dear Meg,
Cerita PendekDylan Shaw doesn't talk about his feelings, he writes them down. To his ex-girlfriend.
