Happy Friday! Mom and Laura’s birthdays are soon. I’m going to make them drawings — shhh, don’t tell. How is your week going?
How is school? I accidentally overexerted myself during the week trying to get to my daily number of words to write for my capstone-novel (1,000) and screwed myself up a bit. I’m going to take a 48 hour nap. I hope you are doing better. I’ve been thinking of my friends lately, those I knew in elementary school, and wonder if they hate me (except Terah, who moved from Eugene and I still talk to). There is no way to be certain! And I cannot defend myself against what I don’t know. I miss them sometimes. I still have most of a little pendent Mia gave me, although it broke apart years ago. Alas… I am glad you still live near your friends.
Have I told you about my novel? I don’t remember. Simply put, it’s a gothic horror novel about a ten year old girl who’s adopted by a man of strange mannerisms and behavior. I won’t say much else: I’ll probably post it here when I’ve finished so you can read it. I’m not as insecure about it as with my other works. I remember that you were naturally a better writer than me. Have you ever written anything? I still think (likely paraphrased) ‘as the moon rises, I still love you’ is a wonderful line.
I miss you. I hope you are well. How can I articulate this? To say I’ve been suicidal since I was eleven doesn’t evoke what I try to convey. Perhaps I’ll be able to say it someday. Again — you are a better writer than me. I love you, Soren. Goodnight.
With love,
Alice