Saturday, February 22, 2003
Dear,
Well, here we are. I love that I am so easy to forget and I love excuses and I love your busy life filled with joy and excitement. And by love I mean I want to die. But really, I'm glad that you have found happiness and I don't have to worry that I'm cramping your style. I've decided to move across some huge body of water. The expanse will be a bit more comforting than knowing you're just around the corner. Maybe I'll send a postcard, so you had better get your hopes up. Way way up. I'm glad that you're reading this and wondering if it's addressed to you. Having just been disappointed fifty different ways, I think I'm a little bit justified in being upset at everyone I've ever known. Wouldn't you agree? Disappointment is funny like that. I can't realize that I should just give up until it's too late. So whether you deserve it or not, I will secretly detest you for as long as I see fit, and you'll never know it.
Love,
Becky.
Well, here we are. I love that I am so easy to forget and I love excuses and I love your busy life filled with joy and excitement. And by love I mean I want to die. But really, I'm glad that you have found happiness and I don't have to worry that I'm cramping your style. I've decided to move across some huge body of water. The expanse will be a bit more comforting than knowing you're just around the corner. Maybe I'll send a postcard, so you had better get your hopes up. Way way up. I'm glad that you're reading this and wondering if it's addressed to you. Having just been disappointed fifty different ways, I think I'm a little bit justified in being upset at everyone I've ever known. Wouldn't you agree? Disappointment is funny like that. I can't realize that I should just give up until it's too late. So whether you deserve it or not, I will secretly detest you for as long as I see fit, and you'll never know it.
Love,
Becky.
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