I drink too much and I am sincerely unhappy. I have had thoughts of suicide often in the past 18 days.
There are no days when I feel happiness.
There are only days when I can successfully feign happiness to others.
My mind is absolutely fucking perfect.
It is my mentality that is garbage.
The only way that I can move forward is to acknowledge my own flaws.
I cannot imagine that this will be an easy, or pleasant, process.
I can only imagine that it is neccessary.
I hope this message finds you well, and I hope that you are in the best of spirits. Someday I will find you, and we can walk hand-in-hand into the autumnal sunset.
Until then I am on my own, and I will do my best to do well without you.
I will always love and miss you.
Regards,
-Theo
Welcome.
Recline on one of our couches, upholstered in the finest silk we could have, imported from the Orient.
Take your pipe, filled with quality Afghan Poppy, and imbibe, while you listen to our house poets take you to transcendent realms with their words.
Should you feel so bold, feel free to pen a poem, or short story here, while you are under the beautiful duress of the midnight's oil.
(post is archived)