Dear Rocky

The following is a letter I wrote to myself in the beginning of senior year, which was meant to be given back to us on the last day of our English class.


Dear Rocky,

By the time you get this letter, you must be bored of school, tired of school, and exhausted of socializing. Hopefully you have enough willpower to continue reading this (written in August 23, 2016 [first English class]). If not, then sorry.

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Dearest mourner

November 22, 2016

Tuesday

Dearest mourner,

┬áIt hurts. I know. It feels like the entire world should be mourning with you. It feels like anyone’s happiness is a personal insults.

You feel weak because you cry, because you think of them at random times, because you miss them.

It becomes hard to say, “Good morning” when you’re mourning since your world has collapsed.

Your system is gone.

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