Love Annalise

Twenty

Dear J,

I've been to 2 meets so far.

I've done real good at each of them.

Aaron came to them too.

I've been considering the psychologist thing. I don't know. Maybe I do need to go.

Or go to a group thing.

Maybe I'm depressed.

I don't know.

This is when I need you the most. I'm really indecisive. I really wish you were here.

I could just shot you a text and get a response 2 days later.

You never really texted back fast.

But that's okay.

Okay.

That's something I never really was.

Okay.

I want to be and I think I really am. Somedays are bad and some are good.

I just have more bad days then good days.

But the bad days usually shift to good days because of Aaron.

Mom would thing he's good for me. And so would you.

I've been skipping class a lot.

On those days, I look out the window. I replay happy memories in my head.

They mostly are of you, J.

You were like that.

Always wants to be the center of attention.

I don't like to be.

I like to shrink away into the shadows and observe.

Most people would call that being a introvert.

You, my friend, are an extrovert defiantly.

The first semester of college is almost over.

Thank god.

I want to go back home.

I don't know why though.

Because I would be going back to,

Nothing.

Miss you.

Love,
Annalise