I know you're in a neuro rehab and you may never read or understand what I want to explain to you but it helps to get it out of my head so here goes...
I didn't realize it was February until just now. From my bed-hovel-cocoon, fighting my epic hangover was useless. I finally threw up my mental white flag and called it. I fucking surrender to my deoxyribonucleic acid (9th grade science class makes me feel smart). The ancestral exigency that leaves me conclusively supine and unarmed against the rogue malignant spirit. I don't mean to blame DNA entirely, I am not a hapless victim; That is not the point of my story. What I mean to say is that I get it. The pain lives inside of me too. At present it has rendered you unable to care for yourself or carry a cohesive conversation. That hurts. I'll be home soon. Done with the emo bullshit but over the poisoning on the real. I'm praying for you.
Love,
S.
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