May 31, 2020 (day 613)
To my favorite person in the world,
It's honestly weird yet funny how I always end up typing my letters around 3 - 4 AM. You seriously need to get out of my head...
How ironic is it to hate someone and still miss her
hey future lana,
how are you? how's school? have you kept your promises?
do you still look at him like he hung the stars to your sky? or have you learned that all that brightness has long since...
olamiamol tkm