A Correspondence

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

A correspondence of postcards between two people, written from the perspective of a college student with some problems.

March 27, 2012


I finally went in to see that counselor like I promised I would. They just screened me today. It was nothing too serious. I miss home, and I miss you. I'd like it if you replied, but I'll understand if you don't.


April 3, 2012


I'm glad you replied. I wish you would've said more though. I left for break after my therapy. It's kind of weird opening up like that to a complete stranger. I'm in Portland now. It's beautiful. I wish you could see it. It definitely beats the plains back home. Hahaha.


April 10, 2012


Break was... Something. It was fun at first, but I drank too much one night and did what I always do, so we all came back early. It was embarrassing, and everyone's pretty upset with me right now. I probably shouldn't have left should I?


April 17, 2012


You didn't reply last time. I'm sorry I didn't tell you that I was drinking again. I thought I had a handle on it. I get it if you're mad about me breaking the promise, but I am going to therapy. One for two isn't terrible, right? And I promise, no more booze from here on out.


April 24, 2012

I don't know if I'm going back to therapy. I went like I promised, but I don't think I can go back. I'm trying to get things under control, not become some drugged up zombie. They also want me to stop drinking completely. I can tone it down. I have for a few weeks now!


May 1, 2012


You didn't reply again. I'd really like to hear from you. Nobody here will talk to me since everything that happened over break. It's pretty lonely. Can we try to work things out? I'll go back to therapy, I promise. Just mail me back, please.


May 8, 2012


Nothing again. I haven't slept in three days. I need you to not bail on me now. Just hold on until things clear up. It's getting pretty rough out here. School is killing me, I don't have anybody to talk to aside from the therapist, but she just doesn't seem like she really gets it, and I could really go for a drink. I could really use something from you.


May 15, 2012


School is over, and it was nice hearing from you. I'm sorry about the last letter. I know you don't deserve that kind of pressure. I've just been having these up and down days. I don't sleep well, which doesn't help, and I really want a drink. It's killing me. I promise I'll be better when I get back.


May 21, 2012


I svrwed ip.I had a dtink amd it turnd into more. Im srry. Ples dpmt bail om me noww. Ill stop aftr tpnight. Thts a promis!I lve ou!


May 28, 2012


I just got into town. You're gone, so I don't know. I guess I'll give this to your parents to pass along to you since you're not here. I get why you didn't reply, but I promise I'll change. It's hard, and things haven't been easy since I left, but things will get better now that I'm back. I should've stayed here with you.

Submitted: April 17, 2012

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Epic win, kudos sir.

Sat, April 20th, 2013 12:40am

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