I don't know what to start off with. On a very very random note, YOU HAVE MORE POSTS THAN ME!
I know you gave me this assignment, because I am home alone and you are worried that I might start thinking of things that I should stop thinking about. But truth be told, I can't concentrate on this assignment at all.
When I came to school this morning, I saw Nancy and she commented that I looked tired. I could only smile at her and tell her I didn't have enough sleep. Oh, if only she knew that my tiredness came from within.
You've heard me whine, you've heard me complain. You've heard my voice go sore from all the rantings I did and you've seen me nearly crumpling down. You've seen me being serious, you've seen me trying to stay happy (when I don't feel happy at all). Maybe, just maybe, you actually can understand what I'm going through.
I don't need no advices from you because I know advices, though they mean well, are actually dangerous schtoofs. They make people lose sight of the road they walk on, they make people fall out because it isn't what they want to hear. When I saw you looking so serious in the lift yesterday night because you were trying to think of something to say to me to help me get by, that was all I needed. At least I know that even if M isn't there, you are. And that you do care enough to look so troubled.
Anyways, I don't think I can carry on writing now. The mind's in a total blank and I can think of one thing and only thing. And you know what that is.
And so, to round things up, I leave you with..
With lots of Y, Wacky Starfish.
