elizabeth's hatbox

sixteen;

noah,

my thirteenth letter to you. i was so damn wrong i can hit myself. but that would be exceptionally stupid. a lot more stupid than i was when i actually believed that boy.

ha. that boy. i can't even bring myself to write his name down here but i suppose that is overreaction.

allan mildred. he didn't have to tell me. jesse. she did not tell me. leanne. she didn't, either. portia? no. breigh saintcroix. not her. but i'm beholden to the each of them; all five of them. the girls because they tried, and allan fucking mildred because he made the suspicious air a lot more thicker.

no, i found out. and who'd i find it out from?

two lifeless people. noah and elizabeth.

it's a beautiful life.