Status: slowly but surely
Dear Emma
2 / 4 / 2009
Dear Emma,
I know it's been a while since I last wrote and we had the one-sided communication, but I've been quite busy being sixteen. For example, earlier this morning I skipped school and got a piercing. A bar, through the top of my left ear. It's throbbing still, and while I was there I inquired about tattoos. I'm not allowed to get one for another few years at least, but I can hop to either New South Wales or Queensland (I can't remember which, or maybe both) and get one now.
I have a few designs in mind, and one of them would definitely include you somehow. Anyway, enough of my babbling on about tattoos and piercings. It's a Monday, and I quite like them actually.
It's a fresh start, really. Leaving off the remains of the weekend, knowing you've got another week to screw with. By the time you get this though, it'll probably be a Sunday. Heed my words. Start afresh and embrace the day. It's the only Sunday the 8th of March 2009 you'll get. No second chances on this one.
I also got a job in the short four month time period. School was over for the year, places were looking to hire over Chrissy. Luckily, I did such a good job they decided to keep me on. I've got pretty good hours at the moment, but I'm thinking of dropping them, or quitting altogether. No reason, except maybe schoolwork.
They were less formal this time around, and seemed to have something on their mind, like it was bothering them. It didn't seem unusual for them to send a letter a few months later. But now, they haven't written for almost a year. It's scaring me, to be quite honest. Hopefully they're just busy, busy being almost twenty one and all. I hear its an action packed year, and they'll need to prepare for the changes.
But that doesn't stop my worry.
I know it's been a while since I last wrote and we had the one-sided communication, but I've been quite busy being sixteen. For example, earlier this morning I skipped school and got a piercing. A bar, through the top of my left ear. It's throbbing still, and while I was there I inquired about tattoos. I'm not allowed to get one for another few years at least, but I can hop to either New South Wales or Queensland (I can't remember which, or maybe both) and get one now.
I have a few designs in mind, and one of them would definitely include you somehow. Anyway, enough of my babbling on about tattoos and piercings. It's a Monday, and I quite like them actually.
It's a fresh start, really. Leaving off the remains of the weekend, knowing you've got another week to screw with. By the time you get this though, it'll probably be a Sunday. Heed my words. Start afresh and embrace the day. It's the only Sunday the 8th of March 2009 you'll get. No second chances on this one.
I also got a job in the short four month time period. School was over for the year, places were looking to hire over Chrissy. Luckily, I did such a good job they decided to keep me on. I've got pretty good hours at the moment, but I'm thinking of dropping them, or quitting altogether. No reason, except maybe schoolwork.
- A friend.
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They were less formal this time around, and seemed to have something on their mind, like it was bothering them. It didn't seem unusual for them to send a letter a few months later. But now, they haven't written for almost a year. It's scaring me, to be quite honest. Hopefully they're just busy, busy being almost twenty one and all. I hear its an action packed year, and they'll need to prepare for the changes.
But that doesn't stop my worry.