Which, up until the last few months, I've not written at all. What I have is a fake suicide letter and a letter to my mom about the the crack I get every year on the left side of my lip where she slapped me so hard I needed stitches. When it starts to get cold it cracks in the same place every year since I was 15. I have a love hate relationship with Carmex. She used to laugh about it when I was older.