by linnieminnie

Dear Angela,
I know in the past I’ve caused you pain, and I’m sorry. And I’ll always be sorry until the day I die.
And I hate this pen I’m holding, because I should be holding you.
I hate this paper under my hand, because it isn’t you.
I even hate this letter because it’s not the whole truth.
Because the whole thruth is… so much more than a letter can even say.
If you want to hate me, go ahead.
If you want to burn this letter, do it.
You could burn the whole world down.
You could tell me to go to hell… I’d go, if you wanted me too.
And I’d send you a letter from there.
Sincerely, Jordan Catalano

Brian Krakow, My So-Called Life