We still go to the post office and send letters. If you didn’t have me, you’d drown in your delusions so deep, you wouldn’t even realize when or how to stop.īut at least you know my opinion of your life-that sucks, by the way-but then again, my own life sucks, too.īoth our lives suck but we’re still here anyway. I guess you’re that lonely to think of me as a friend, but then again, if you didn’t have me, there would be no one in your life to beat hard truths into your skull. So I’m writing you this letter so you know I’m alive.Īfter all, you do love me in one way or another or you would’ve stopped talking to me by now. I didn’t die, obviously, it was all in my head, but when I came to, my heart was beating so fast I thought it’d stop. I mean, is there a better cause of death than revenge? Even when I felt the frost of her touch deep into my goddamn bones.ĭo you know why? Because deep in my mind, she was you.Īnd somewhere in my head, you came for payback over all the shit I told you. I just remained still and observed her.Įven when she stretched out her ghostly hands and went for my fucking liver. You know when a disaster is happening but you realize there’s nothing you can do about it so you just stand there and watch? It was sad and intriguing at the same time. Her lips were like a red rosebud and her huge brown eyes held no light. She was pale as the snow and just as cold.
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