Dear December,
It's not the end of the day yet, but I need to write. I'm a little pissed and a lot tired, and I sort of want to sleep but I very much want to get it out.
You know those days that start out okay, even sort of cool, and then things just go downhill from there in a gross snowball of unpleasantness? Today was one of them.
Maybe it started somewhere in sixth period, no, it definitely starting tipping from there. We'd all come back from lunch break and I was not in the mood for a group projects. God, next to spinach and racists, I hate group projects. And here is one where we are make-believe law firms, seeking out the answers to cases and finding the statements in the Constitution--why is it that everyone writes too slow and I am too anxious, and we're all a little too something. I hope that that too turns to something good after all, and not just a pain in the neck and a bite down on tongues.
-Esther
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dear december
SachbücherContinued from last month's Dear November letters. A little less angsty, a little more poetic. Originally done on Polyvore, by @writingtips' and @smileylina 's suggestion, who got the idea from Youtuber Carrie Fletcher's series 'Letters to Autumn'.
