Dear Timmy,
I will confess and say today was a good day. Not exceptional extraordinary, but you were probably watching and saw the whole thing. I ate a bagel with jelly and cream cheese, as usual. I went to my classes. I went to the book store. I worked. I took the pills I had to. I jumped into bed. And I fell asleep. Now I'm awake and writing to you. Because everything was so peculiarly normal, I had been too distracted to find time to write to you. Isn't that something? Well, it is to me, so you can go piss off.
Sincerely,
Jor
PS don't actually piss off okay?
YOU ARE READING
Routines
Short Storyin which a girl, named Jordan, mourns over the death of her brother without showing it. in which she meets a boy, named Harry, who allows her to come out.
