what i've.

my sister wrote me a lengthy i-am-speaking-to-you-with-my-voice-and-we're-having-a-conversation letter and it made me miss home in a soothing way. i got it at an opportune time--this past week i've been sending out way too many heart-on-sleeve half-confessional-blubbering letters to people i love too much and miss too much and depend on too much, and i didn't get a single response from any of the people i wrote to. i don't deserve one--karma etc; i'm so erratic anyway with correspondence, and it was a selfish sort i know--but i can know that and still cry like a baby. i did.

she began by mentioning it was all by chance. ah.

her words made me feel okay. which was much better than.