May 31st, 2015

I was going to write 'sorry that all you got is a girl who whines and cries about all freaking things all the freaking time and mumbles her thoughts out loud and plays with her knife and fork before eating' but then I remembered that all I got is also a guy who loudly cheers at his phone so the picture would load sooner and gets scared over a not-so-horror-movie and bets stubbornly at how he is able to swallow down eighteen chicken wings at lunch, and suddenly I've realized I am not sorry anymore.

[excerpt from a letter I might write on June]