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Akso Rojas Future Self Letter

I wrote to myself a year and some months ago. Hell, I had actually forgotten it.   Hey, Kiddo. Finally, your letter arrived. Somehow, at one point over the past year, I am excited to receive your correspondence ~but I have waited in agony and became oblivious of your mail. Firstly, I am still awesome. [...]

writingexercises

Write a letter to someone who will never read it. To my Uncle who was never born, Hi Unc! Ow, Sir, pic is unrelated. Although that is one of my favorite characters in one of the anime I am hooked right now. Well, oh, well. How have you been Unc? You might be wondering how [...]

“I just read a letter today. Someone’s letter for someone she haven’t met yet. Someone who may not exist. Someone just like you. I thought you could have written one for me so I have written one for you just the same.” ~ Fauxx’ Unsent Letter to Someone From the Future Yo, I thought of [...]

eureka notebook

Proposition:  my joy, Since i could not avail myself with any opportunity i then could only writtenly express myself to you… for occasion seems to be hostile to the intention which i have longed to impart.  Also, sometimes a feeling of hesitation comes within me for i could foresee the consequences of this revelation, if, [...]

Clean Desk

Dear Mom and Dad, I recorded sblog or sound blog, but it is a fail. I do not have a converter of amv to wmv. Aw. Well, let me just put some photos of my bedroom before and after tidying. I can’t move on from sound blogging.. But my room is clean now. Ax

Dear Mr. Nonsense: One windy afternoon of November 28, 1996, while I was holding a bunch of newspapers, I felt an electric-tingling sensation on my hands. I got dizzy for some seconds and almost fell on the floor. The next thing I knew, all the newspapers I am grasping started to burn. Cloaked in shocked, [...]

Ow Come On, Why is this Pic here?!

Schizophrenic, You told me long time ago that you just needed someone to talk to… you just desired someplace where you can hide and bury the things you wish to be forgotten afar. That you just fancy for a friend. I still commit to memory when you first ask me what my name is. And [...]