Hey Ryan,
I feel really hyped up. Like I want to punch a wall, set fire to my regrets, and overthrow the government. I'm not going to though. I'd have to fix the wall, put out the fire, and then worry about the consequences of overthrowing the U.S. government. So that's not happening today. (Or ever)
Still , I feel like doing something big. Something to make people realize that who they think I am isn't me. That I'm not the quiet girl who no one knows much about.
But I won't. I'm honestly too tired to do something big. I've been awake all night thinking. About everything.
Everything from "To-may-to" vs. "To-mat-to", to Fall Out Boy, from society's twisted views of beauty, to fandoms. My mind runs on an endless track, looping around and around. Never ending, always going from one thought to the next. Stoping isn't an option. I just hang on until I can't think anything more.
It's crazy. But then again, I'm crazy too. Anyone who ever gets to know me can vouch for the fact that I'm one of the craziest weirdos around the area. That's me, I guess. I can't help that fact.
Love,
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YOU ARE READING
Hey Ryan
General FictionA story made up of letters to a lost loved one. Parts of this story actually happened, other parts were a bit exaggerated.
