letters to john

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dear john,

i know, it’s pretty cheesy to put a ‘dear’ at the beginning of a letter but i’ll do it for you anyway.

8 months ago. it was a day in september. my best friend was moving to another country with her mom. we were best friends since first grade. she called me on the phone and explained some things. she said she was never coming back. i was shattered to say the least. but it wasn’t her fault, it wasn’t her choice to migrate. i was all down and feeling alone that day so I decided to go online on my phone. i scrolled though the endless lists of social apps to meet people.

meet25

i decided to click on it. apparently, it’s a ‘friendly’ app for finding friends. i downloaded it and immediately made an account. i think this is a good time for me to meet people and make new friends. even if it’s just online. i had no clue on how to use the app. it was like facebook, but a bit better i guess.  i waited impatiently for something to happen. i got bored in the next few hours and decided on deleting my account. i don’t really know what to do with it and I’m pretty much an ignorant when it comes to socializing. i was about to permanently delete my account but then my phone beeped. i unlocked it .

 

 

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