I’m just saying…

Freshman year I wrote this letter to the guy I was getting over just so I could get out everything I was thinking/feeling and move on. I never sent it to him, but instead spent the next several months editing and changing it and rereading it just for some type of therapy or something. I wonder if I’m still of the same mindset now as I was then.

Oh, and for anyone that knew my grandma was in surgery, all went well and she is safe, but stuck in Massachusetts. I’m very impressed with myself if that’s how you spell it. Spell check time!


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