April 7th, 2015
Dear Delta,
Oops, shouldn't have written that in ink.
It's autocorrect.
Shit, it is on paper.
I can't use that excuse.
My pen slipped.
There that works, right?
It's been a while. I don't know why I didn't write. If I said I had a lot of stupid homework, I would sound like a totally different person, so I am going to stick with another more valid excuse.
I had writer's block and couldn't think of anything to write.
"A liar always knows when one is lying," you said once. Is it true? So you know. I just got out of telling you my biggest secret, byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Talk to you never. Just kidding I would bore myself to death.
I asked my mother the other day when you were visiting, and she said that you would be back for a few days in the summer after you go river rafting with some friends. I'm glad you have friends. Truly am. Even if I am slightly jealous. I'm glad you're happy. That's what really matters.
Although I do wish summer would come faster. It will come so slow. It is so pathetic how high my grades are. I mean now that I have extra time, that is the only thing I have to do. Boring. I'm turning into the people I always hated, who was obsessed with grades. My sister hates me now because my house no longer accepts any grade below a B-. things really have changed, you need to get back here and change them back. Move back, please! I miss you so much. More than you can imagine. It's like half of me is missing.
I miss you so freaking much. {I used my one swear word in an entry earlier}
Love ya,
write later hopefully, whenever I'm better. Gosh, Writer's Block should be a disease. If it wasn't a disease then I just made it one.
~Ezra
Lots O' Love
Gianna
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