Apr 12, 2017
Dear Molly,
Sorry I haven’t written in a while. I’m starting to understand what you mean about November...except now it just feels like that all year round. I don’t want to do anything anymore. I don’t want to be a person. I just kinda wanna run away and never look back. Sprout wings and turn into a god and live on a mountain over a kingdom of lizards. Let’s go someplace warm. I want to burn again.
I took your advice...now you’ll always be on me.
Love, Dirty God
P.S. I wasn’t kidding about what I said last summer. You turn 18 in August. Quiero estar contigo para siempre.