why does talking to me have to be such a philosophical debate for you? i’m not trying to stop you by saying that but i’m just so curious.
i’m sorry you’re lonely. i’ve been lonely, too, as in, there’s not a point ever anymore when i really want to be alone, because i serially isolated myself for about two weeks and now that i’m out of it, i’m going insane and i have too much energy to possibly sit in a single person and i’m sure if i was talking to five people all at once right now i would tire every one of them out in like five minutes.
do you feel bad writing me because i don’t write back? sorry. i do write back, though. i just haven’t been writing here that much lately. it even feels better not to, sometimes. i think the times i serially write here are the times i feel really bad. (edit: that’s a lie because i’m writing serially right now and i don’t feel bad.)
it’d be fun if we did hand-write each other letters, though. that’d be so timeless and romantic and then when we’re both famous, we can capitalize off a whole book of our letters to each other, because everyone will be dying to know what we said. think about it again, would you?
yes, it drives me crazy. i almost think that’s unethical, just making things gone.
you’re wrong there, though. paper will become ashes, but do you know what really happens when you delete something from the internet monster? it’s still in there somewhere. i’m not a hacker, so you’re safe from me, but the equivalent of burning something here is not equivalent to burning paper at all and it’s much more impossible to destroy.
tell me what your terms are.
i don’t think i even picked you for my pen pal, i just wrote you a letter one day and i didn’t even consider the possibility of you writing back, so don’t blame yourself please.
it did snow in boston. i went into the prudential center and there was this man who just would not believe that we got all covered in snow from walking. he just kept saying “you got all that from walking?” “are you sure you didn’t fall?” until we left or he probably would’ve just went on with that.
that’s actually not too far off from what i did. i did walk around in the snow with people i like. and we did go out to dinner. and we did have a kind of snowball fight later that night. or morning. and it was a lovely time. and i wish we could do that together. so i’m waiting impatiently. and yes i’ll get a milkshake in the cold with you.
i’m not even sure what henna-ing your hair means. do you mean like henna hair dye? do they have black henna hair dye? i don’t know where to look for that. maybe i’ll just infuse myself with deadly chemicals to feed my impatience.
why do you have to say “might,” why can’t you use concrete words? don’t go breaking my heart.
i think i’m bipolar.