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Okay okay so most of the day was crappy but it instantly got better when I got in the car to go home. My mom brought a letter I received!

This tell-tale stationary can only mean one thing: a letter from the H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society!

I honestly had no idea what it was. I didn’t think I qualified for a new stamp or anything.

(HPLHS sends its members stamps for being awesome, or for buying things, or for donating, or writing letters etc)

Now, when I first joined the HPLHS, there was one stamp I super-wanted.

The Nyarlathotep Stamp, awarded to awesome fans on the internet.

What can I say? I might have been thoroughly Dunwiched, but Nyarlathotep is still my fave Mythos god (sorry Yog and Shub).

So, uh, well… I opened up the letter and–

LOOK AT ITS MAJESTY!

Apparently they really liked the fake library book (that I made using props on their site GO CHECK IT OUT) that I posted on the Facebook members group so

I HAVE THE NYARLA STAMP YEE-HAW!

and then I got home and

MY BOOK ARRIVED! This is such a great collection for a giant fucking nerd someone who enjoys The Dunwich Horror because it contains the original story, the stories that inspired it (”The Great God Pan” and “The White People”), the Lovecraft story itself, and potential sequels written by lovely scholars like Robert M. Price.

So GOOD DAY FOR FANGIRLING

Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.
You claim to love her, inside and out, but the only time you call her beautiful is when it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve already turned you down.
—  girls tell each other everything, c.j.n.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.