Dear Kitty,
Do you even care anymore? I suppose I seem like a hypocrite to ask that, but I just can't speak. Everything in me is pain, and I don't know how to voice it to you the right way, so I don't. I just can't right now...
But do you care? Something inside of me says that you don't, that you can't, and I think I'm believing it too much...
Whatever. None of this even matters, and I am simply a broken record... There is too much to say, yet I can't seem to say anything. I'll just say nothing... I don't deserve to say it, and I can't say it anyway. There are a million reasons for me to stay silent, and at this point, I'm not sure I could bring myself to speak if I thought it was a good idea... I don't know anymore... I don't know anything... I can't, I just can't... can't speak, can't voice this, not even here, not anywhere because there is all too much...
I'm fine.
-Confused Nothingness
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Letters From an Anonymous Reality
RastgeleJust some letters I could never send. (As always, my friend painted the cover.)