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You planted thorns in my chest with hands I once trusted, and now every breath feels like an apology I shouldn’t owe.
-Larson Langston
February 22, 2025
Hey.
I’m sorry…
Trying to get some stuff together for my autism testing. I don’t think the actual test is on Wednesday, but not sure what I’ll be doing.
I miss Atticus.
I want to talk to you.
I’ve missed talking to you more these past few days… not sure why.
I hope you’re having a good weekend.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m shooting myself in the foot if you ever read this. Like I’m making it worse so that you don’t want to talk to me more and more. I hope not.
Ni ni Little One.
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