dear wren,
firstly, you told me you've read my letters, discovering them by accident while i was showering in my room last week. i can't say that i'm angry about that, you deserved to know how i felt about everything. you weren't really bitter about any of it, either. constantly agreeing with the angry things i said of you and looking pained from some of them.
also, you've been telling me more and more about yourself. i now know that you actually love doctor who, you're just too stubborn to admit that it's a guilty pleasure. and you were blushing when i told you how adorable that was! it was so funny, wren!
i have the feeling you'll actually open up to me soon. i know you hate yourself and your family, but i know nothing could deter me away from you. life is never easy, and i'm not saying that it is, but we can get through everything together.
wren, i feel like my thoughts are going to shatter out of the glass jar that's holding them in. thank you for helping me keep my sanity.
i write this now as you're sleeping in the uncomfortable hospital chair next to my bedside. a helicopter keeps flying around right outside. it's a wonder you haven't woken up.
when you do, you're gonna get me a nice big cup of jello.
-grace.
YOU ARE READING
leather jackets.
Ficção Adolescente| you were standing all alone in that leather jacket of yours that smells like cigarettes and moth balls. you still wear it, even though it's tattered and old. i think it looks lovely on you. |
