MiseryMadness

Dear ________, I wish I could tell you everything. I wish I could tell you how much I love you and care about you, and have you laugh with me every day like we used to. But things are different now. I rarely get to see you, but I still love it when I do. You're still my other half, please never ever forget it. There's more, though. Things I've never told you before that I'm about to spill into this letter, because I don't have the courage to say it otherwise. I'm fucked up. You already knew that, but it's worse now than it was when we last talked about it. Like, you have no idea. Some days are okay, but other days are absolutely horrible.

Time has run out, for me. Everything's distant and I don't know what to believe. It's so hard, lost in the world confusion. And I need to leave, for a while. Tears lightly forming in my eyes, I pulled out my notebook and a pen. I flipped open the cover and tore through the pages of poetry I had written throughout the years. Stopping on an empty page, I began writing. Life is so meaningless, there is nothing worth a smile. So goodbye, I'll miss you. I felt nothing for life anymore. It was so. . .so pointless. I couldn't even smile a fake little grin like I had for months on end. I couldn't fake the happiness I hadn't had for so long. It wa