i keep a box of unsent letters under my bed. all of them start with 'dear you' because i never know who they're actually for. maybe that's the problem — i've been trained to know everything except what i actually want.
i keep a box of unsent letters under my bed. all of them start with 'dear you' because i never know who they're actually for. maybe that's the problem — i've been trained to know everything except what i actually want.