Hey, what are you up to? It’s not urgent, I’m just being weird. I just feel crazy, you know? I texted my high school creative writing teacher the other day. I was listening to the Magnetic Fields and feeling the looming imposition of masculine lesbian beauty standards and cultural thinness and driving down McKnight Road and I texted my high school creative writing teacher who I haven’t spoken to in more than three years “how have you been?”
Dear Diary from McKnight Road
Dear Diary from McKnight Road
Dear Diary from McKnight Road
Hey, what are you up to? It’s not urgent, I’m just being weird. I just feel crazy, you know? I texted my high school creative writing teacher the other day. I was listening to the Magnetic Fields and feeling the looming imposition of masculine lesbian beauty standards and cultural thinness and driving down McKnight Road and I texted my high school creative writing teacher who I haven’t spoken to in more than three years “how have you been?”