So here’s the deal.
If you get a handwritten letter from me, it means I made effort to write it down twice, probably other than the continuously revised draft and the nagging temptation of just printing it.
Or I could have just run out of ink.
But hey, you got a letter from me.
Go feel special in a corner or something.
And here I go again, wasting my time on thoughts that I don’t think I will ever act on.
So I’ll make this my excuse: this house is driving me crazy. Or maybe that’s just me.
Save me from myself?
Maybe it’s been bothering me because it seems like it hasn’t been bothering you.
Does that make sense?
“If this is a dream, then I will kill the man who tries to wake me.”
