GreatPretending
Jan. 24, 2012, 1:02 p.m.
Jan. 24, 2012, 1:02 p.m.
Kurt,
God, I feel so pathetic writing you these letters. Somehow, it makes me feel a little better, though. It doesn't work to write "Dear Journal." It has to be to you.
I wish I knew where you were, what you were doing. Are you happy? Is Burt doing better now? Do you ever think of me? Do you hate me?
I love you.
Blaine.