Dear November,
I want to write to you, but I can't focus. I am trying, but I keep thinking about the things I said and the fact that I never say sorry when it matters. The stores today were a mess; so was I. Society is weird and wily. I should stop talking before I make even less sense.
Sorry I can't write more. I'm about to fall asleep.
Goodnight, Esther
YOU ARE READING
dear november
Non-FictionThis 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...
