dear cynthia,

letters, notes, memos, words, & pictures of the person i am today so that i can look back at the person i was tomorrow.

You sit back and observe him as he attempts to impress everyone with this “I’m just this cool, chill, fashionable guy” fakeness . It’s nauseating how much of himself he’s lost. It doesn’t impress you and one day he’ll break down when he realizes after all these years of trying to be a somebody to everyone else he became a nobody to you and remained a nobody to himself. PHONEY.