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December 2010
13 posts
August 27, 2010
Dearest Friend,
Guess who I bumped into today?
The Stranger. Yes, the Stranger. Of all the people to run into, why did it have to be him? But then again, I have been bumping into people in these past few days. What’s with me and meeting people in elevators!
Well, you can guess what happened. It was aaaawkward. I didn’t know what to say, so I just said hi, asked him how he was, and...
August 10, 2010
Dear You,
Thank you for teaching me how to play checkers. I never knew the game could be that interesting.
I’m sorry I pretended not to see you. I just don’t know how to react. How cool is it that we sit across each other with only a three-inch cushioned ply board to separate us?
It would be totally awesome if we can be friends.
Hoping,
nullfour
August 5, 2010
Oh, Friend,
Someone called me today and asked me to take a test tomorrow. I could not believe what I was hearing, so much that I forgot what she had told me. It was not because I was elated but because it all seemed too surreal. Just when I was overcoming my grief, they pull me back in.
Oh, what do I do now? Should I subject myself to another possibility of rejection? Or should I stop while the...
August 4, 2010
Dear Friend,
My chest feels heavy. Everything seems to be too tasking, every breath a struggle. My heart is racing, trying to get away from my chest, and holding it in place is exhausting. My fingers act as if they aren’t mine, opposing my will, making it difficult for me to press these keys.
I ache. I ache inside as if it were my very soul crushed into pieces. There are no words to...
August 3, 2010
Dear Friend,
I have decided to stop writing letters to a certain stranger. Instead, I am going to write to you, my dear friend, who I do not know quite so well but who I heard was a “good person.”
You might be thinking that this MO is familiar. Indeed, you are quite right. It is right out of the book, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, the source of my...
July 14, 2010
Dearest Stranger,
You were just a stranger to me once. And for you, I was just another face in the crowd. Look how far we’ve come. You’ve known me quite so well, too well I admit, for my own comfort.
But I did not write this to reminisce on the past. On the contrary, I wrote this aiming to determine where we stand in the future.
I’m sorry. Really, I am. I’m tired, too....
Letters Unsent
Since the year is ending, I’m posting some letters I found in my hard drive that unravel this year’s story.
52hearts:
There is a comfort in loneliness, a dullness that is fluorescent, like that in hunger or insomnia. It is a choice, a habit, not something you trip and fall into on accident. As much as you’d rather brush it off, you cannot because it is bright and beautiful, addictive.
Watchjelly-eysh:
undertheseclothes:
ohthatdanielle:
i’ve reblog this several times, but it makes my day!
I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!
MADE MY WHOLE DAY!
Best part ever