Last night I wrote you a letter, wondering if you'd ever even read it. When I fell asleep with the pen in hand, ink smeared across my cheek, I dreamed that I handed you the letter in person. I dreamed you handed me one back. We laughed at how we had written each other a letter the same night. Then I woke up. I wiped the ink off my face. I slipped the paper into the envelope and addressed it. I don't want to wait anxiously for a reply. I don't expect a reply. And somehow, even though I haven't even stamped the letter, I hope desperately something's waiting for me in my mailbox.
[//sorry for no posts. I'm... a horrible person. and a busy college student. and work's been a PAIN. i'd rant about my manager but that's not very professional of me. And I love her. She's just been totally NOT on top of things this week. blah.]
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This is my space to post shorts (so you can eat them), poems (so you can cry if you want), and descriptions of my day (if you're feeling like a laugh). Hope it, at the least, entertains you. And I really hope it brightens your day, though to be fair, I've been known to bleed my heart like an emo kid over blogs like this, so we will see how it goes.
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