Dearest dear,
Let me air my laundry list of indiscretions:
I have gotten behind on all of my bills.
I owe multiple friends money.
I have been taking things too personally.
I have been initiating terse, frustrated conversations.
I have not been answering my phone, nor returning phone calls.
I have not been answering emails, unless they are about the show(s).
I dream of letters, but do not send them.
I dream of hugs, but do not give them.
I can't pay attention to any one thing for more than 5 minutes.
Every time I go into my room to clean it, I fall asleep instead.
All of my white hairs are starting to show again.
I'm so full of pathos it's just absurd.
I don't write on the internet anymore.
Please forgive me for my sins, and I will do my best to get my shit together. At least by the end of the summer in time to fly far, far away.
I adore you.
Love,
Me
5 comments:
everything works out. follow passion. - Kyle
This too shall pass; believe me, I've been there... many times.
I adore you, too.
I think I could write the exact same entry right now.
We should have an evening at some point in the distant future when life is/we are less crazy.
i feel the same way, except it's all centered around the fact that my entire apartment has been dirty forever and i cannot make myself deal with it. i am srsly considering picking up the trash, neatening up a bit, and then paying someone to scrub it from ceiling to floor.
you should call me, though, if you can bear it. sunday night maybe?
i love you.
breathe...
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