{"id":864,"date":"2016-11-25T05:11:27","date_gmt":"2016-11-25T05:11:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/dear-anonymous\/"},"modified":"2016-11-25T05:11:27","modified_gmt":"2016-11-25T05:11:27","slug":"dear-anonymous","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/dear-anonymous\/","title":{"rendered":"Dear, anonymous"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I fuck up alot. Some little things, some big. I cry alot. Mostly for no reason. I have gotten use to it now. Turn up my fan, turn on some music, and stare at my ceiling crying. Im a quiet cryer. Which only makes it easyer to do. I don&#8217;t like taking about the future. Everyobe else has plans and dreams. I only have a pillow covered in tears and a cursed name. I never slept right. Always had trouble. I would stay up watching old movies like The Goofy Movie or Carebears. I never had friends until 4 years ago. I can&#8217;t remember many happy moments. The wind of deadly sleepless ness would take them away only leaving bits and pieces for me to try and fit together. Im happy now though. I have gotten better. But the sleepless nights still come. And still steal my happness like it&#8217;s nothing but steam from the lunch with friends I enjoyed but can&#8217;t remember.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I fuck up alot. Some little things, some big. I cry alot. Mostly for no reason. I have gotten use to it now. Turn up my fan, turn on some music, and stare at my ceiling crying. Im a quiet cryer. Which only makes it easyer to do. I don&#8217;t like taking about the future. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":0,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-864","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-love-letters"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/864","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=864"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/864\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=864"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=864"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=864"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}