Monday, August 1, 2011

in a box beneath my bed is a letter that you never read.

It's been a long weekend. Not in terms of 4 days in terms of long, draining, busy. Work has been excruciating. I'm exhausted. And yet somehow my body has enough energy to be sad. Even after I went for a drive with dragon today and then went to the gym for two hours to relieve all my stress. I suppose it's time I finally write the letter to number twelve that has been sitting inside my head and my heart for three and a half weeks now. Wish me luck.

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