Dear You,

I’m not good at saying things out loud. You know that. I’m not mad at you, I’m just uncomfortable with…you know, ‘real’ talking.

It’ll be nice when I leave. Then I won’t have to look for excuses not to talk and can write instead, because that’s the only way I’d be able to communicate with you.

-Me

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It’s supposed to snow in Houston, 3″-5″. So much for running, eh? That’s okay. I bought a jump rope for a reason.

I’m thrilled about the snow, but upset that it hinders my running. I really wanted to run tonight.

Off to core workout. ‘Night.