a letter to the king of the kind ofs.

dear king,
i am kind of pretty.
kind of smart.
kind of nice.
kind of cool.
kind of funny.
kind of original.
but not enough to make a splash.
just kind of there.
kind of depressed.
kind of uninspired.
kind of burnt out.
kind of part of it.
kind of not.

another letter to.

dear,
i almost equally scared my life won't change.
i'll continue to live without meaning.
i don't know whats next, and im afraid it will be the same as now.
that scares me,
i don't know what to do.
ok.
bye.

a letter to my bff.

dear bff,
i remember in kindergarten when i was introduced to the idea of best friends.
someone who will always be there for me.
today you ditched me.
for beer.
thanks, man.
what you are doing is wrong.
and it bothers me to the bones.
you will never be able to control your life.
you will give him another chance until you die.
it's pathetic.
thats all.
yours,
me.

a letter to

dear,
today was one of the worst days of my life.
today, i hyperventilated.
i screamed.
i cried.
i couldn't feel my body.
i lost all hope.
and tomorrow the sun is going to rise.
and i have no idea what will happen.
i have never been so passive.
never been so scared.
i have no fucking idea what i'm going to next.

a letter to my grandpa.

you died last tuesday.
fuck.
it hasnt hit me yet. like at all.
i sat at your funeral and my eyes were dry.
i was sad, yea, but not properly.
and i cant say i have an idea of what to do.
i miss you though,
even though i dont realize you're dead.
im still sad.
you used to tell me how great i was.
i'm not.
you were.
and i love you.
and i miss you.
thanks for the doll house.