Friday once more. How many more of these are there? How are you doing? When’s summer break? It was always a bet on whether it’d be before or after my birthday in elementary school. It ought never to be that late.
Not much has happened this week. I’m still recovering from my fever. I watched several Pirates of the Caribbean movies swaddled on the couch and liked them all quite well. You’ve also seen them, right? I saw them when I was little; you should’ve been there too. We’ve at least been on the Disneyland ride together, which is an apt summary.
I’m doing quite badly lately, but I’m trying to pull through. Suicidal urges are omnipresent. But we got ice cream, which is nice. I try to write more to elevate myself. I’d like to write something worthy of a Sparknotes. A posthumous Sparknotes lest anyone pay actual attention to me. Do you still want to be a cook? I think you’d make a good one. You made great pizzas on my 11th birthday, at least. Mom (Jess) says Mom (Mel) took pre-med and poetry. I wish I could see what she’s written. Technically all I have of her writing is the notes she made in her copy of A Tale of Two Cities. I look at them sometimes. There aren’t very many, but something interests me about them.
My friend showed me a song that reminded me of you. It’s called ‘Because Dreaming Costs Money, My Dear’. I try not to mention songs that remind me of you because it sounds mockable, but this one I think I’ll mention. Enjoy the weekend, Soren, I miss you.
With love,
Alice