Category Archives: Dear X

Stuff I should have told you.

Dear Friend,

How have you been? I’ve been doing well. Been spending my nights reading Murakami novels in your absence. Hehe, I know. Nothing you can really control. I understand. I’ve been writing notes on the edges of Hard Boiled Wonderland and … Continue reading

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Dear Friend,

Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat’s “Lucky” came on my iTunes shuffle, and I was immediately brought back to July and August. You just learned about Jason Mraz and loved how laid back and pleasant his music was. You said that … Continue reading

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Dear X,

No refrigerators. No point of view excuses.

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Dear Mom,

Dear Mom, Its not staying up late that makes my body weak. Living with you in this damn house, with this damn family — thats what makes me weak.

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