void // irwin (discontinued)

// January 1, 2014 //

Dear Courtney,

Happy New Year's, love. It's currently 2 a.m. and I'm sitting here writing to you. The boys offered to take me to go with them out to a club and celebrate the new year, but we all know clubs aren't my kind of scene.

I remember a few years back, you convinced me to go to a club and celebrate, and you had way too beers, and right after everybody had counted down, you threw up all over that guy and I hate to carry you back to the car and into the house. And the next day you had a massive hang over you actually wore sunglasses in the house.

My mum is starting to get worried about me. When I went over her house for Christmas, she hugged me and then said;

"Ash, you're so skinny!" 

And I guess I didn't even touch my food at dinner that night. Then when I got home, I went onto the scale. It said I weighed 150 lbs. I didn't even see my weight drop. I have work in a few hours, so I probably should lay down, I can't really even sleep anymore. 

Love,

Ashton xx

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