Dear Myself,
I don't really know what i'm doing, but I feel like writing all my feelings down. Sometimes emotions are just too much to bottle up, but I don't want to complain about all of my problems to other people.
Oh, well. Here goes nothing... or something... only time will tell what becomes of this.
It's really hard having to be the responsible one. Having to be the one to rely on. Who do I rely on? But, really, I guess it's not all that bad. I get that my mom has to work all day, and I appreciate it, I really do, but it's still difficult to navigate day-to-day responsibilities.
Well... I guess that's it.
'Til next time, fellow self.
Sincerely, Lexa
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After the Words
RomanceLexa's obsession with words and the world led her to write notes to no one in particular, but just as an outlet. Then something unexpected occurs. A hapless forutity. What happens after the words?
