rejection letter.
My pen is telling me to stop crying. Come on,
it says. I know you’re crushed. You’re not getting out of here. But even though we’ve been in the same place for 21 years, we still had fun times, right? You and me? We did. You don’t need your passport to travel. These books on your shelves, those journals in your closet, they say we’ve crossed seas. Hell, we’ve crossed stars.
It’s not over yet. Don’t think about putting me away. Here, I’ll make a deal with your fingers. If you hold me, I’ll dance. And they’ll sing. Anywhere you want. They can still sing.
August 13th, 2008 |
apparently my ‘less than 3′ has been detected as spam. nevertheless, here I go again:
August 13th, 2008 |
August 13th, 2008 |
I love you guys.
August 12th, 2008 |
:(
August 12th, 2008 |
*HUGS*
August 12th, 2008 |
*hugs*
August 11th, 2008 |
please don’t say what people will or will not do. no one knows. it’s the future for a reason.
but thank you for the kind words nonetheless.
August 11th, 2008 |
they’ll always sing for you. keep writing, li.
if they won’t take you there, people will start coming down here for you.
don’t cry.