Letters to Moggy.

•I've met someone.•

Dear Moggy,

Since I last wrote you, some of my sanity has been recovered. Though I no longer feel that one who loves another is incompetent, I have assured that love is indeed not for individuals such as myself. I, if being honest without a fault, will admit that love is something I cannot function in without being permanently changed for the worse. Those whom I've loved in the past have changed me. Some for the better, but most for the worse. I do not trust as easily, and even within my trusting, there is doubt. I have met someone new. I find him rather all-knowing in a bad way. He is very confident, when in fact he should not be. Excuse me for making conversation about him when we speak, but it is those like him that aggravate me the most. He has a very odd nickname, which I also dislike. He has gone by the name of Dog for a long time. I, however, call him Pup, because Dog sounds very cruel. Although I dislike him, I cannot call him Dog. It'd almost be equivalent to me calling someone Shit Stain, or Faggotty Fag. Both are inappropriate, and both should not be nicknames. I have heard someone call another human a dog, and it has never been kind. So Pup it shall have to be. Pup makes music, and I have liked what I have heard. It is a very different kind of music, and I am unsure if I can put a respectable description to it. I think you would find it wondrous, because all that I could think as I heard it was- "Moggy would fancy this!" I fear that I must end this letter as of now, because tomorrow I will be forced to rise with the sun. Thank you for being so patient.

Love,

Stray