Dear Keith,
It's been a long time since I've written to you. A lots changed. I'm a little better, I guess. But now I'm stuck between being happy and being depressed. I can't write, I don't feel motivation to do anything. Today we're going to SC, to visit family. I don't want to go. I don't like any of them. Last time we were there I jokingly said I would marry A when I grew up. She stopped, and told me not to do that. No reason, no explanation; just, don't do it. It was all I could do not to slap some sense into her. How dare she tell me who I can and can't marry? Am I telling her that? No. Does anyone have the right to tell me who I can marry? NOPE. It makes me so fucking mad. Anyway, rant over. I hope you had a nice Easter!
- Grace
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Dear Keith
Non-FictionLast night I just wanted to tell Keith what a difference he's made in my life. I wanted to just tell him everything because I felt like he was one of the few people who would understand.
