I know I sent this to you in a text the other day, but I never received a reply, so maybe telling you this way will be better. I was recently accepted into the university's "literacy" journal, as they call it. I submitted a few pieces, but I haven't been told which will be published yet. I'm pretty excited about that, and there will be an open mic next Sunday for us to read our work. I wish you were here. I need someone to bounce ideas off of, and someone to inspire me as well.
I just spent almost all of my weekend recording music. The new album is going to be the best ever. I was really dreading this album six months ago, but now I'm super stoked. I can't wait for you and the rest of the world to hear it. When will I hear new stuff from you?
There's also some bad news, but that's something I just need to talk to someone about. I don't really want to write it in a letter where I risk getting no reply or comfort. I don't mean for that to be a pressuring statement; I won't be offended if you don't call me or anything. I still love you, and I miss you very much. I hope everything is going well on your end of the world.
From Robert Hall:
"A friend should be one in whose understanding and virtue we can equally confide, and whose opinion we can value at once for its justness and its sincerity."
sincerely,
vm
