Isn't it completely crazy,
How these dates aren't the only I've spent sad, been depressed.
Isn't it completely crazy how nobody ever saw this coming?
Isn't it crazy how I was completely crazy myself.
Isn't it completely inane how it's actually too late now.
Isn't it weird that you're actually wanting to read this?
To actually feel like you physically have a small piece of me left.
Writing this, I imagine it...
Me walking around wherever you go, sitting next to you when you're sad.
Making you feel better, you gotta smile.
I didn't leave you me, but I left you something.
And isn't that just close because this entire book is... well, me.
I lost the point of this draft, letter. Chapter, whatever.
So isn't it completely crazy, how you're still a little mad at me?
Well don't worry, I'm probably angry at myself.
I'm probably somewhere kicking myself because I always act.
Well just act... I don't really regret the decision.
Just the act.
So if this was all complete psycho babble.
Then, welcome to my life.
(January 12, 2018)
