I'm sure this is going to sound very ridiculous and uh... I don't exactly expect anyone to believe all this. Uh... for the last little while I've been kinda keeping correspondence with my sanity for a while, and uhhÖ I really get the feeling that Iím starting to lose interest in the letter writing process. The pieces of the letters, they just get progressively shorter and shorter until itís not even a reply. I uhh... the whole thing makes me really nervous. I just wish I could show you what a huge problem this is.
I kind of have this... Really terrible habit of asking myself all these stupid questions, right? Like what if uhhÖ what if there's a spot on my body that I can touch to stop my heart from beating? or like what if, what if there's this uhh... stray bullet out there thatís gonna come through my window and take me out? like what if uhh... what if there's this huge unstoppable comet thatís just gonna like, destroy the earth and all of us? Like what... what if thatís happening right now? How can I avoid all these questions if I don't have that? Like, who is gonna be here? Why... who is gonna be there... in the hospital? Who is gonna tell me that all this is bull****... its a dream? Just a dream. This is not a joke. And uhh... i'll never sleep
Who is going to be there to tell me how stupid I am?