2010-04-30

definedcomplete: (whoa we're so miserable)
2010-04-30 05:39 pm

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Dear Kerrigan,

I


[there is a very long pause before the above is scratched out, and then another very long pause before the writing haltingly begins again]

Dear Kerrigan,

I never wanted you to be born. But ever since you were, and then left us, you've been on my mind almost constantly. I


[this time there is no pause, the furious scratching begins the moment the pen leaves the page]

Dear Kerrigan

I don't see the point in writing this letter, but your aunt assures me that it's the only way for me to come to terms with things. I don't see how. It's ridiculous. You're read. You're not going to read it. She says it's for me, not you, but I can't imagine how this could possibly


[this time scratching is wild and harsh and cuts into the page. there is another long pause.]

This is -- ridiculous. I won't do it.