letter forty one

Hey Love.

It’s another Friday night. I’m sitting at home… on my computer. I really would like to have a word with you right now.

Who the hell do you think you are? You think you can just mess with people like this? You’re like a bundle of hanging carrots. I think those have proven unethical. I was promised full nights and long walks on beaches. I was promised sunlight catching my hair and being beautiful so someone. I was told that if I were good, some man would see that, and know how much he needed me. Did he forget? Did you forget to tell him? Tell him! I am growing impatient.

In the meantime, I’d appreciate it if you’d get off my back and leave me in peace. I have a lot of work to do, and I don’t really have much time to wonder about what you are up to. Respond if you have something nice to say to me.



About danarose

Textbook ENFP, if you're into that stuff (I am SO into that stuff). I love mountains and the ocean and my largest ambition in life is getting all of the people I love to live on the same block, to cook dinner, and talk with them every night.
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