A Letter to L.M

Jan 22, 2020
A little later, I always know I've fucked up. Recently, playing board games, I kept asking for M. to explain a game mechanic instead of asking both of you, collectively. You've always been collective board game explainers. We've never "gotten along". We're not enemies, we have an understanding of sorts. We shouldn't share a kitchen and that's enough said. You intimidate me in a way that feels so targeted against me. It's like seeing how I could have turned out if I cared about people more.
I wish the world would give us a chance because I think we could both use a lucky break.