Dear person I like,
[ Seems this letter has been crossed out, crumpled up and tossed into the oblivion that is his bedroom. ]
* heya slob. * you know what? we need to hang soon. i’m dying to meet you. literally. * quite honestly, i’d probably take you up on that fuck just for funnsies. —
* heya slob.
* lemme smash. please.
* - Crummy
* PS: don’t ask me to go find becky because i got you some blue plastic. i’m a smooth trashcan dying to see you, so obviously you gotta. i’m smooth as fuck, asking to hang out and shit.