september 8
11.24 pm
dear plusle,
it feels like my life is slowly falling apart. or maybe i'm just being overdramatic because i dropped a glass this morning. either or.
honestly, i dont know how much longer im going to last in this house. i want to get better i swear i do. but with every step i take forward, it feels like i'm being shoved down a flight of stairs and only having the process repeat. all i'm left with are broken bones and twisted ankles. and broke pride, of course.
i miss you so much. please cheer me up asap.
finn
YOU ARE READING
Letters to a Boy
No Ficciónthese are open letters to a boy who means a lot to me but i can't contact him right now ↬ lowercase intended ↬ content of letters will vary, some may be triggering ↬ please keep in mind that this is not fictional; i will be using nicknames tho...
