Dear G,
I told you last time that I'll put in here the words I wanted to say to you but yeah, I still wrote to you through that old notebook. We went somewhere today and had a good meal. G, i am a bit tired already. All I can see around me is people living up to their dreams while there's me; stuck inside my fcked up self. Sorry for cursing G. And I still have more things to say sorry to you. I have to learn to trust in the power of waiting. Thanks, G. Btw, I got myself a new pair of slippers today. Lovelots.