Sunday, February 27, 2011

"sometimes, it's nice to hold hands." -you

Everything is too confusing and I don't know how to talk about it.  Why is everything so difficult?  I tried writing a letter.  It didn't pan out, exactly.  It went a little something like this:


Dear You,


So.  Well.  Here it goes.  Sometimes, I have these super fun things called emotions (I know you hate them too, but they exist.  Like flies. Or mayonnaise.), but they're not always super fun.  convenient, per say.  Sometimes, I feel really terrible about myself uncomfortable and sort of sad when... 


 ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I hate the world


And so the "letter" ends.
Why did I ever think I knew how to speak English?  Ever?

1 comment:

  1. Oh! I have an idea. You should call me, because I won't know who you're talking about and you can vent and yell and cry and it'll be okay. Okay?

    (As you can see, we have a similar level of comprehension of the English language.)

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