Ignoring everything you're saying just to say that Varsity Blues is not a good sports movie, or a good movie. All it has is James Van Der Beek and Tara Reid, but I like my women smart and James Van Der Beek older. He aged well. Better than the Dawson's Creek years.
Now that I've said that, I'm going to catch up. Being here is fucked up, and how you treated Alex, and how his father treated him, and how you two treated each other, it's all fucked up. All of it. Maybe it's easier when you leave everything you know behind. All you have is you and everything else. In London, I was Jackson Whittemore, guy from California. Not Jackson Whittemore, perfectionist or Jackson Whittemore, unwilling murderer. Just, Jackson Whittemore. In Beacon Hills I wore my last name with pride. In London, it mattered to me less.
What I hate about being here is being uprooted from a life I made myself against my will. That guard I dropped is up again. And not just because of the charms. Because, for the first time in two years, I'm unsure again.
Some footnotes. I thought I was the only one who could effectively eye roll through text. It's always the soulful, nice ones who seem to get the girl, but I didn't make an effort to get any girl. Or, guy for that matter for a long time. And I know about loving the smartest girl in school, probably in California. She's one of my best friends.
I hope you appreciate all these texts, I don't send shit like this. But, you sound like you need to read it. So. Read it. But don't weep, I don't know if these devices are waterproof.
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Date: 2019-11-16 01:27 am (UTC)Now that I've said that, I'm going to catch up. Being here is fucked up, and how you treated Alex, and how his father treated him, and how you two treated each other, it's all fucked up. All of it. Maybe it's easier when you leave everything you know behind. All you have is you and everything else. In London, I was Jackson Whittemore, guy from California. Not Jackson Whittemore, perfectionist or Jackson Whittemore, unwilling murderer. Just, Jackson Whittemore. In Beacon Hills I wore my last name with pride. In London, it mattered to me less.
What I hate about being here is being uprooted from a life I made myself against my will. That guard I dropped is up again. And not just because of the charms. Because, for the first time in two years, I'm unsure again.
Some footnotes. I thought I was the only one who could effectively eye roll through text. It's always the soulful, nice ones who seem to get the girl, but I didn't make an effort to get any girl. Or, guy for that matter for a long time. And I know about loving the smartest girl in school, probably in California. She's one of my best friends.
I hope you appreciate all these texts, I don't send shit like this. But, you sound like you need to read it. So. Read it. But don't weep, I don't know if these devices are waterproof.