What exactly does that mean?
Buried letters. Lost thoughts. Forgotten dreams. Broken hearts. Even healed hearts.
This is where I complain. I'm not going to lie or candy coat it or even say that this is good writing/reading; this is my teenage crap. This is whatever emotion has me completely taken as I feel like writing. I let it out. Sometime they're in little... stories, in a way.
Everyone's got a story. Everyone's got their 'you', 'us', 'him', 'her', and 'them'. Let's make some use of those vague pronouns.
