catch a dream ; setosolace

day eight

to the boy with blue eyes,

i'm sorry i didn't show up again.

i don't feel like doing anything today. my body hurts too much and my eyes sting. my pillow is overflowing with tears. even though it's autumn, close to winter, my room is humid and damp. i'm sweaty and disgusting and you shouldn't see me like this. in fact, you shouldn't see me at all. i'm so creepy and i'm sorry.

you don't even know who i am and i feel as if you have a deep meaning to my life. yet, it's just another one of my stupid fantasies to bring me out of the gutter. we'll never talk, and i know that. god, i'm completely stupid for keeping up with these "letters." should i even call these letters? they're more like journal entries.

whatever.

hopelessly hopeful,
- seto.