Letters: Prologue

There was supposed to be a review, but things got busy and being busy made things messy and messiness meant that the less important things got forgotten- and as much as I love this stupid little blog, it's not very high on my list of priorities. I'm still working on the review (several actually), but I have to work from notes for reviews- and my notes have disappeared. So the reviews are on the back burner until I find the notes or read the books again to make new ones.

"But," you're not asking but I'm pretending you are for the sake of a device, "Why are you writing this if there's no reviews?"

Because this is also where I put all the messy thoughts in my head so I can look at them. Right now, there's a lot of messy thoughts- partially because my head is a pile of tangled thread again, and partially because I'm an idiot and only last night realized some pretty fucking obvious things. If you've read this blog at all- and even if you haven't, actually- you already know I'm an idiot of the highest regard, but even I was shocked at just how dumb I can be.

To illustrate my idiocy, I'm going to be writing some theoretical letters. I have nowhere else to put them, and I need to write out my thoughts because otherwise I will never think clearly. I wrote some out last night for my book-monstrosity-thing, but it was navel-gazey (got edited, I promise) and I want to write out these letters for my own peace of mind. I'm putting them out here because I'm a fool, and part of me wishes that they'll find their owners (they never will).

The next few blogs will be unaddressed letters to the girls I first had crushes on- and managed to bury my feelings for them until last night. These posts are what I want to say, and can't- in fact, the one I would be brave enough to speak to, I can't remember her name. Some of the girls addressed are gay, some are straight, some are bi, some don't ever say and it doesn't matter, because I didn't know that when I fell in crush with them. I hesitate to say love, because love is a word that I frankly shouldn't apply to people in the romantic sense (especially to memories).

If you live with me or see me every day, you should probably get the shotgun ready because I'm about to get even more annoying.