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It’s weird, because the Rhiannon who comes out in what I write doesn’t sound like I nor herself

Nathan!

I’lad you emailed, because I lost the slip of paper that I wrote your e with you, too How dare the police break us up! You’re my type, person-wise, too Even if you don’t believe in relationships that last longer than a year (I’, btw Jury’s still out)

I never thought I’d say this, but I hope Steve has another party soon If only so you can bear witness to its evil

Love,

Rhiannon

I don’t knohy I write "Love" like that It’s just what I alrite Everything else seeer in the saer for…whatever’s next

As soon as I hit send, the e Maybe this is what alone really is--finding out how tiny your world is, and not knowing how to get anywhere else

I go on Facebook I read Gawker I watch so fro back tothat I know Nathan wouldn’t find it stupid Somehow I know that And I know Justin would find it stupid I asked hi IBut he said he had no idea, and that he didn’t even understand ant one, anyway

I’d toldcould be ours

But noant one It’s not enough that every song can make me think of him

I want one, just one, that will s over Monday as well

It’s like his personality has spoiled from lack of use He’s in school, but he still thinks he’s in bed I can’t take it personally that he’s not happy to see me, because he’s not happy to see any of us He won’t say more than tords in any sentence, and after a few minutes I decide to leave him alone

A lot of our Mondays are like this

Our Monday at the beach see with et to third period

"Hoasn’t my weekend?" I reply

"What does that mean?"

"I don’t know I just mean that not much happened"

"Hoas the party?"

"It was fine I danced with Steve’s gay cousin Justin got shitfaced The cops caay cousin? I didn’t know that"