letter: day 10.

to someone i don't talk to as much as i liked.

dear misturr layug,

guess what time it is, daaawg? it's GUCCI time! (: cut the lights on, cut the cut the lights on, homieee. real talk, out of every fckin' body, back in the day til now... i can always depend on you to never turn your back on me, regardless of what the heck others may say or think, you're always finna do you & just be coo. that's just one of the things i admire most about you besides all your fckin' jokes. be a comedian already, geeeez. haha. love the fact that i can just laugh witchu all day about stupidass shit. LOL. that week at my sister's was the best tho, rite? fruit snacks all day, bagels for dinner and shit, goin' out to grocery stores randomly. haha. then the nicest thing.... i remember this one time, i got into a hugeass bicker with my parents & you stayed up to talk on aim with me til i had to go to school cos emo ass tam didn't feel like knockin' out. 7-8 hours straightttt non-stop. i was like damn, this guy is fckin' downass nigga. thanks a bunch for always bein' there to talk to tho. i appreciate it. you don't even know. lol. now... where the hell are you now nigga?! bitchass thinks he can up & leave on us now since he gotta giiirl. pssshh. jkkk. been gone for daaays. but it's all good. i'm glad you're happy cos you deserve it. (: jhs try to come thru for once, so we can cut the lights on, you knoow? miss you nigga.

♥