Short Story Number Nine Hundred and Twenty
Sometimes when I wake up in the mornings and you’ve already left for work I actually wonder where you’ve gone. It feels like you’re not real because I can’t remember you saying goodbye or anything. So I usually lay in my bed and stare at the ceiling for a while and hope that you’ll have a good day and come back tonight. I hope that you’ll always come back.
Short Story Number Nine Hundred and Nineteen
When I’m driving back from work I often think about you and wonder if you are happy. I mean, it’s not like you’ve disappeared or anything, but I hope you’re doing everything you want to do with your life. I’m pretty sure you never think about me, but that’s ok. I guess we all slowly go into different directions eventually. And I guess that’s just the way...
Short Story Number Nine Hundred and Eighteen
We couldn’t decide if we should just go out and go on an adventure somewhere, or just stay in and watch movies and stay in bed. I guess staying in bed would be more fun. We could hide from everything and eat cookies and not care about anything. It would be nice. It would be something that would make my life pretty awesome.
Short Story Number Nine Hundred and Seventeen
I’m going to try and go outside and not get too nervous about everything. Because to be honest I’m not one of those people who can just go out and have fun really easily or anything like that. I get worried about everything and I can’t think that clear. And I hate that. So I’m going to try and change. I’m going to try and get better at everything.