July 6 , 2013
Rachel,
You know how I used to write letters to Max that I never sent and how they're now mountains of paper in a cardboard box in my attic? Yeah, well, it looks like that box's lonely days will be over soon, 'cause now you're gone too and what the fuck else can I do but write more letters I never plan on actually sending?
Obviously the situation is a bit different, because more than anything I would rather have you appear outside my door with an awesome plan for a fun-filled day. Anything beats bouncing words back to myself on a blank piece of paper, but beggars can't be choosers and shit, and it's not like I haven't been playing the part of the beggar my whole life. Nothing new there.
Seriously, Rachel, where are you? I can only pretend everything is fine for so long.
Chloe, the letter hoarder