P.S. Don't Write.
To:Mission Impossible
So, this is my last letter to you. I'll miss talking to you. My girlfriend broke up with me and I am so tired of school. Life is just fucking dragging, but I am getting the fuck out of suck-ville. I am so tired of life. Tattoos? I can dig it. This is going to be short and sweet, because I am horrible at goodbyes.
With love,'
Pansy.
I fishished reading his letter with a sigh and closed my eyes. This was the third time I had read the wretchedly short letter. I kissed my mother on the cheek for the last time, hopping in the cab with a chunk of money.
"Where to?"
"The airport. If you step on it there's 40 bucks in it for you."
"Going somwhere important?"
"Yeah...anwhere but here"
With love,'
Pansy.
I fishished reading his letter with a sigh and closed my eyes. This was the third time I had read the wretchedly short letter. I kissed my mother on the cheek for the last time, hopping in the cab with a chunk of money.
"Where to?"
"The airport. If you step on it there's 40 bucks in it for you."
"Going somwhere important?"
"Yeah...anwhere but here"
yaaay
7/10/13