October 20, 2016
Day 841. If you're curious about the others, well, I'm just going to stop. I wanted to let you know there are writers because I know you'd get jealous of writers. But in what world does that matter anymore? You might have not received any of my letters or cared to know how I am. This isn't bitterness. None of that tone here. Just matter-of-fact declaration that we're over and my juvenile fantasies are just that, made-up stories. Tomorrow I'm moving to a new city, and i hope to still have the strength to write to you.