I’d like to tell you things are good. I’d love to tell you that I’ve changed and all my insane nuances have disappeared into the night sky. It’s just that you wouldn’t believe me. Better stated, it’s just that you would know that I wasn’t telling the truth. Things are just as they’ve always been, though there are less people around than there once were. I still always think I’m dying, I feel like the world needs to be blown up and reconfigured, and I still don’t talk to anyone. There isn’t that much that I want to say out loud.
If you were still around I would tell you about so many things. I would complain about the price of gas and tell you about the new movies I’m obsessed with. I would let you in on the odd dreams I’ve been having and I would enlighten you on the conversation I recently had with a squirrel. You would listen and I would believe that you were. It’s just that you aren’t here and I’m having a bit of a hard time with that.
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