letter forty three:
Dear Person, This wasn’t your year… but that doesn’t mean that it’s time to give up. Promise me that you will give your all these next seven days. Promise me that you will resist temptation and fight all that acts against you. Promise me that you will do everything in your power to ensure that you get back on track. Promise me that you will go back to being that man I...
I have to figure out where it has all gone. I have been here for nearly two years and I don’t wish to forget everything that has gotten me here.
I spent the last year of my life fighting myself for something that I thought that I wanted - and something that I thought was receptive of me. I allowed myself to hate everything around me because I felt that it all had an active hand in my demise and shortcomings. I starved myself and stuffed myself. I disputed the mirrors in front of me; swearing that the person looking back was not myself but...
letter forty two:
Dear Person, This could have been one for the books. This could have been ours. Instead, I’m alone and you’ve forgotten. Just the way it should be. Thank you.
people just do the strangest things when they believe they’re entitled…...– Joseph Keenan (John Goodman), Red State
the beginning. the end. →
i remember being young and wanting to climb trees all of the time. i remember falling from them and getting scratched and scrapped; running home with blood trailing down my legs and arms. i think back on the times i was upset or when everything seemed to be going to shit and i look a few moments ahead of that initial anger and see myself in a tree thinking. sitting on a branch and letting your...
Everything I write sounds stupid. It’s as if I have no feelings, ideas or thoughts anymore. I am envious of the person I used to be.
letter forty one:
Dear Person, Fuck you… and everything you stand for. I fell for it; just like everyone else. You utilize your past to get you everywhere and that is the worst thing a person can do. You haven’t faced anything in this lifetime. You don’t know pain. Instead, you throw all of your faults in the faces of others and thrust your life out into the limelight for all to see. You create...
The things that I have done and the people I have seen… There are no words. I find myself searching for them and fighting to pick the right ones to convey everything that I feel, but I can’t. There are times when I think about the things that I have put myself through and I can’t help but be disgusted with my actions. I think about the people I have hurt and the steps I took to...