I’m transcribing a series of handwritten letters I wrote, but never sent. Read the previous letters here.
I want to talk to you so badly it hurts. I hurt. You did this. And it meant nothing to you. What would I say if I sent you a message? Love me. Please just love me. That’s what it would say. I looked it up. It was a month ago. That’s so long. I’m insane. I still shouldn’t feel this.
it looks like fairies are about to pop out of the green. i’ve read too many fantasy novels.
eh, now that i’m seeing this here, i’m not i really like this photo
wow, original, a tree canopy, never seen that before. we’re getting massive amounts of rain this summer, we’re like ireland green. it’s nice, i guess, except for all the mosquitoes. those deserve nothing less than the pits of hell.