Dear friend,
I woke up and all I could smell was the foul, yet delicious taste of alcohol. One time there was a party at Clyde's where I remember getting so wasted that I was talking to some plant for a short time and when I woke up, I was laying in the passenger seat of Kyle's car. He was driving me home. I've been doing so well without alcohol but sometimes I wake up in a cold sweat and everything is wrong. I know this entry is slightly odd to mention but I can't shake this. It's making me sick. I have a headache. I'm clammy. I'm throwing up. I just want Kyle here. I need him. All the nurse has given me is a sticky, syrupy cherry liquid that's supposed to help. It hasn't. Fuck, I can't stop.
With love,
Stanley Marsh
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Dear Stan Marsh
FanfictionArt by: Burquillos (via tumblr) Edited to become cover by me. Stan Marsh is 19 years old and suffering from depression and self-harm. He has been for a few years now, and it's become too much. Thanks to those around him, he's on the road to recovery...
