Dear Friend,
Dear-friend. Fwiendy fwiend. I'm so lucky to have you, guy friend.
I may need to get out of my habit of dreaming what isn't there. But right now, I have a whole load of faith in you.
I don't think you'll break my heart too soon. I sure hope not.
If you ever see any of this you might think I'm paranoid. I just might be.
Maybe im just scared. I know I am scared. Maybe I'm just and only scared though.
I forgot where I was going with this earlier.
But this is where I went with it now.
Love,
Kitty
But you don't know me by that name.
Showing posts with label Personal letter 4. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Personal letter 4. Show all posts
Monday, January 16, 2012
#116
Labels:
2012,
best therapist,
doubt,
Expectations,
Personal letter 4,
pray,
The Hundreds,
the male population
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