Dear November,
I made this set and thought of you. (of course I did) Do you think of me? Maybe not enough to write back. I've been thinking: you might know from my other account that I had the opportunity to go to New York next summer. I couldn't go, because my dad wasn't too keen on spending the money for it. I'm beginning to think it's not so bad after all, maybe even a good thing I couldn't go, because now I'm going to that summer music camp and there's still quite a lot to pay (it was half a scholarship) but I'm itching with excitement. I'm beginning to think that maybe these things happen for a reason.
Sincerely, Esther
YOU ARE READING
dear november
No FicciónThis is a compilation of letters I wrote daily during the month of November, starting November fourth, skipping one day? two days? and ending on November 30th. Originally done on Polyvore, by @writingtips' and @smileylina 's suggestion, who got the...
