all these letters lately have made me wish i'd written you so much more. after a year and so on, one letter doesn't seem enough. so i'm writing one every night, maybe sometimes it'll just be a drawing, but i'll have one every night until the party. and then you're going to be stuck with this big pile of tri-folded papers full of all my darkest secrets for you to enjoy. and never respond to, as is your habit. you don't even respond to messages. but, that's okay.