This is a letter (that would've ended up in a landfill), for the I have been with for two weeks:
hmmm... new here. first time? yup. just watched another semi-sappy film, under the sappy, sappy night sky, in my never, but pretending to be sappy life. sometimes i wonder if it just so happen that when some sort of raffle draw happened before i came to life, the kind of life im living right now is some sort of sick consolation prize. am i bound to be as invisible as i am right now for let's say, eternity? i could wait for almost four hours in the subway. i could wait for 10 nights in two weeks. just for you. so then again, eternity isn't that long. by the time i can no longer hang on... i know you'll look at me. and the moment you actually see me... i hope i'm gone. no need to wait, i'm never coming back, even if i wanted to. i guess that's what they say bout not having it all. you had me. lucky enough. i never had anything, including you. hope there isn't anything far worse. think about it.
