Oct 26, 2003 17:26
Dear ____,
The future. What am I going to do? Shit, I don’t know. I’ll worry about it when that time comes. I wish we were doing fine too. I wish we didn’t feel like we needed eachother. I wish both of us just got over eachother because then, everything would be better. For everyone. I miss that sweater. I was so bright when I wore it, haha. My scrunchie symbolizes something? Who knew… I already know your dumb. I’m dumb too. I would say we should be dumb together, but you might take it the wrong way. I kind of wish we could.
-Me