Dear Boyfriend(?)
Okay so way too much has happened since I last opened this thing. The last entry was about, what, October of last year? That's insane. I guess you've really kept me busy and happy. I don't know how the heck I thought I was supposed to be writing in this stupid thing every single day for the past 10 months. Has it really been that long?
To be extremely honest with you, the only reason I even remembered this thing was because it is currently 4:18 on a Tuesday afternoon and I am utterly bored out of my mind. I even went back to playing that ridiculous virtual reality game for a grand total of 6 minutes before remembering how obsessed I used to be with writing on this damned website.
Oh, and another thing. I'm so very angry with the fact that your mother had you shipped to Equador last Wednesday at 3 o'clock in the morning. I've been physically writing in a stupid little journal I picked up at the dollar store yesterday while I tried to pass the time during Andrei's parkour class at KTR. (I also picked up a few things to decorate your room for when you come back but you won't find this out until I actually do it.)
I've turned to recording video updates every night about how miserable and alone I am thanks to your sudden dissapearance. How could you do this to me? How could you let me humiliate myself in front of my phone camera as I talk to myself and cry. You know I don't like being on camera in the first place. I must really love you.
We celebrated our one year anniversary last month, June 15th, and went to this neat little restaurant where they threw fire and cooked in front of us. We did the same thing for your birthday. Oh--and we also jumped off an airplane a little over a week ago. Well, I wouldnt necessarily say that we jumped, but we were definitely thrown off of one. They gave us these cool USBs with the footage of us uncomfortably screaming to our deaths. I had to return ours to your father so he could upload them onto the cloud and send them to your sister for that family video she's putting together.
Looks like I'm falling asleep. Until next time.
Love you,
C.
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Dear Boyfriend
RomanceHey, I'm Cara. This is my life. I'd have to be crazy to write down all my personal stories, right? I know that. But here are my letters that reflect on my life. And yes, everything in these letters has really happened.
