dear jared,
i wanted to write you back,
telling you that after two months, i got a little better
and i continue to

of course, that would be a lie.

it seems like ever since we fell apart,
the galaxy is doing everything it can to work against me.

parents pressuring me into a life i don't want to live
the accusations, the arguments, the tears
are following me everywhere

friends dropping faster than flies
the loneliness, the dishonesty, the uncertainty
is drawing out more pain than it ever could blood

i've dug up the old habits i'd thought i'd given up
my best friend? either a potted plant or a blade
bombarded with "it gets better"s day by day
when it doesn't.

please write me back soon,
i don't want to fall apart again.

s.b.//