Mary Ellen, 20. Loyola Maryland.
I enjoy cooking good food, sweet melodies, mountaintop views, bonfires,
midnight kisses, warm sands, starry skies, nights with friends, and kind words.
"You must'n give your heart to a wild thing."
Dear _______,
I don’t think I realized how much I counted on you to help me out when my anxiety was just too much to bare. But now, we’re not talking because it’s summer, or you implied I was high out of my mind at the phish concert (I wasn’t, you know that) and I was angry, or because she got tired of it, or because that’s just the way it is. And this past week has royally sucked. I start my summer teaching thing again tomorrow, and everything has gone wrong so far. I’m so worried about tomorrow I can’t focus. You used to be so good at putting things in perspective and talking my down out of that worried state you, too, know far too well. So instead of texting my anxiety-prone former whatever-you-call-our-messily-entangled-lives, I’m stuck writing about on my tumblr, knowing you don’t follow me, but wishing you would text me and tell me everything will be okay like you always do. Did,I guess. My pride is just too much to bare right now. And I deleted your number when I was angry with you. Oops.
-M.E.
