I Don't Know Why I'm Saying Any

What I’m Sorry About Is Not Being A Tipsy Idiot When You Found Me. I’m Sorry About That, Obviously, But More Sorry That My Stupidity Caused Us To Lose A Great Opportunity. I Don’t Imagine You Would Have Met Me And Fallen Crazy In Love With Me, But I Would Like To Think That If You’d Had A Chance To Meet Me Under Different Circumstances, Something Just As Nice Could Have Happened. We Could Have Become Friends.

I Feel Like You May Be A Special And Kind Person. And I Would Like To Make It My Business To Know Special And Kind People. Especially If They Are Boys My Age.

The Handwriting Was A Girl’s. I Mean, You Can Tell. That Enchanted Cursive.

Once Upon A Time, Sleeping Beauty Decided To Take A Nap From Which She Would Never Wake Up.

The Best Is When We All Go At Once, Like An Army Of Interrelated Popcorn Zombies Who Laugh The Same Laughs And Gasp The Same Gasps And Aren’t So Germ-phobic With Each Other That We Won’t Share A Ginormous Coke With One Straw. Family Is Useful Like That.