I've got my letter done. My head's a little clearer. But it isn't the same. The cons of being me.
I wanna send an SMS. But everytime I type it out, I delete the whole thing in the end. Words I wanna say ain't coming out. I just afraid. Afraid that whatever I say would erk you.
Sigh. You have to see my letter at least. My mind would kill me if you don't. And I can't be too pushy about passing it to you either.
Either way. I've got some guesses in my mind. And I'm losing the fight in my mind.
Ew.
Who writes that kinda stuff man seriously.
Plus there's the message that hasn't been replied. It's like I'm killing myself from inside out.
＂你长大了！！＂
"Sam you've grown up already!!"
Yeah. Right.
Well. I think I'm still considered a kid.
Or am I wrong?
I can't be wrong right.
It seems so clear cut.
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