a letter #2.

Jake,

i can't believe this is the first thing i'm doing since i've reached my apartment. but it's for you so why not?
i've read your letters a dozen times since i got it. on the plane, in transit, in the cute yellow cab and before i wrote this. i cried the first... second and i don't know which other time i've read it. yes, i cried and no, it's not a lie to make you worry if it's any good.
it is, the best you've ever written.

NY has been nice so far, but it feels a little empty cos' i haven't got anyone to share the excitement with. i'm kinda worried about the people i'd meet when orientation starts. it's like, i haven't really 'made' friends in a while since i've been hanging around the same people (especially you) forever. obviously nervous if i would find a friend that'd click with me just like you and i.

Science and Faith

You won't find faith or hope down a telescope

You won't find heart and soul in the stars

You can break everything, down to chemicals

But you can't explain a love like ours.

-The Script

I listened to an entire album for the first time

cathartic.

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school's ending soon and i've been doing nothing there except practice for oral presentation, play lots of monopoly deal during insanely long breaks and on friday, had a grey's anatomy marathon with the two balls.

p.s, i wanna carve a pumpkin

my mouth is dry with words i cannot verbalize.

you speak as though i'm nothing
while slyly drive razor blades deep inside

i pretend nothing's happening
even as you remove them and stitch me up again

i am in pain, if that's what it's still called

if that's what it still feels
-Rae