I can’t do this any more. I’m sorry, but I just can’t. There’s so much stuff going on in my head and you’re not helping. So I guess I could say this is goodbye. If you can hear me now, and I know you can, you’ll know I’m laughing. But the really funny thing is…I don’t know why.
I’ve moved my writing machine into the room where the music is. Where The Cat is.
I guess, like The Cat, I’ve found my peace.
Miles from nowhere, guess I’ll take my time – oh yeah –to reach there.
Why am I always fighting with myself. No question mark because it’s not a question. In fact I already know the answer. The answer lies within.
I took the first little white pill with the last of the rum. I’m not in any real hurry because I know that when I get there, the sun will be shining for a very long time. I miss the sun. Not it’s warmth so much, but its brightness.
Lord my body has been a good friend, but I won’t need it when I reach the end.
I just wanted you to know that you. Only you. Have kept me here for so long. So I’m not sure whether to thank you or curse you. Sometimes when you’d drag me from the gloom that was my existence, I could almost feel something. The sad part of this whole pathetic thing is I don’t know what. I don’t even know if I’ve ever felt really alive. But you’d know. Because you know me better.
Second pill. No more rum. Only Two Dogs Fucking. That’ll have to do.
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