Dear Diary…
Today was not a good day. There’s been so much pressure on me lately. I feel like the forces of nature have been pressing down on me especially hard, and if it continues I’ll be left completely empty inside.
Please help.
End of correspondence.
Today was not a good day. There’s been so much pressure on me lately. I feel like the forces of nature have been pressing down on me especially hard, and if it continues I’ll be left completely empty inside.
Please help.
End of correspondence.
Dear Pen, this is Diary…
We all know you have a flair for the dramatic, but your last “correspondence” was particularly needy. You and your fancy words. Every time you contact me, I feel as though I lose a bit more of myself. I need more space.
We’ll talk soon.
End of correspondence.
Dear Diary, Pen again…
Your last letter upset me quite a lot. As if I wasn’t already blue enough. I am going to end it all tonight, and I want you to know that it’s all your fault. You’ll be in the note, the police will find it, and everyone will know you’re responsible.
End of correspondence FOREVER!
Dear Pen…
If you haven’t killed yourself already, I really do need you to come over and pick up your lid. You left it clipped to the top of my swirly spine thing. If I don’t hear back, I’ll presume you have departed our realm and I’ll give it to one of those pen charities for top-less pens.
Let me know ASAP.
Dear Diary…
How can you be so cold? The way you talk to me, it’s like we never even happened. Am I really nothing to you?
Last chance,
Signed, Pen.
Pen…
Stop writing.
Diary.
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We all know you have a flair for the dramatic, but your last “correspondence” was particularly needy. You and your fancy words. Every time you contact me, I feel as though I lose a bit more of myself. I need more space.
We’ll talk soon.
End of correspondence.
Dear Diary, Pen again…
Your last letter upset me quite a lot. As if I wasn’t already blue enough. I am going to end it all tonight, and I want you to know that it’s all your fault. You’ll be in the note, the police will find it, and everyone will know you’re responsible.
End of correspondence FOREVER!
Dear Pen…
If you haven’t killed yourself already, I really do need you to come over and pick up your lid. You left it clipped to the top of my swirly spine thing. If I don’t hear back, I’ll presume you have departed our realm and I’ll give it to one of those pen charities for top-less pens.
Let me know ASAP.
Dear Diary…
How can you be so cold? The way you talk to me, it’s like we never even happened. Am I really nothing to you?
Last chance,
Signed, Pen.
Pen…
Stop writing.
Diary.
CHECK OUT MORE FROM JEN IVES AT HERBLOG AND AT SOWS THE PLAY HERE!
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