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.

-A

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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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