Millennia // Straubee {✔}

letter nine

letter nine

eleventh of june, two thousand and fourteen

mitchell...

it's gotten horridly worse. those six days in which i recieved no letters allowed a lot of spare time. most of which, to be honest, was spent harming myself.

why does the world have to be so crude, so ignorant?

i tried to go outside for the first time in two months today. i walked out to the grocery store, wearing a sweater. i was being stared at because the sweater was going past my wrists. and my jeans were baggy. people were judging me in the plain store, god damn it.

when i had left, though, that's when i got the questions. my sweater rolled up when i was checking out in the line and a little girl who looked about six stared at my arm and asked what the scratches were.

i...

i looked at her, and said, "the world is evil." and left without whatever i was purchasing. she was scared, i could tell...

i'm sorry. i'm done with life.

- bee