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Post by Tyler Eaton on Sept 1, 2012 9:25:27 GMT -5
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Post by Tyler Eaton on Sept 1, 2012 10:24:47 GMT -5
Even though I barely write to you...
Journal, diary, whatever you call yourself. We've been drifting apart. I used to tell you everything, what I wanted to do, what I was feeling. Now I mostly just tell Noel, I guess. God. Remember when I used to tell you about him? When he was my secret little crush and best friend. I was in denial for so long oh god. I love him. Real, proper, intense love. The kind of love you can see lasting forever. Imagining a future with them. Like... a real future that makes sense, not some crazy dream or fairy tale. A 'maybe some day'.
But I mean, I can't talk about just him and the future all the time. I guess I should talk about mom too.
I've been writing to her like always. She puts just a little perfume on the letters she sends. It's fantastic, but it makes me feel homesick. Being with Noel helps though. He distracts me form it, and comforts me. Everything goes back to him. I love him.
But yeah, mom. I worry about her all the time still. Like... what if she finds someone like that boy I met a few summers ago. I don't want her to get in trouble like that. God. Now I'm over thinking it. I should go sketch. Okay. Bye.
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