dear thalia,
Our plan is secure yet full of holes, but I honestly wouldn’t prefer it any other way. Do you remember when I pitched the idea? We were skipping class, sitting on the floor. The truth sat heavy on my chest. I didn’t tell you this, I actually didn’t tell anyone, but, I was planning on killing myself the next day. I was worried you’d report me, or call me crazy, but you helped me research and plan.
But now, I’m having second thoughts. Not about our adventure, there’s nothing I want more. But I’m feeling that tugging gray again, the pain stirring in my chest.
I don’t know if I’m strong enough.
- Love, Robin
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 7:05 AM UTC
dear thalia,
Our plan is secure yet full of holes, but I honestly wouldn’t prefer it any other way. Do you remember when I pitched the idea? We were skipping class, sitting on the floor. The truth sat heavy on my chest. I didn’t tell you this, I actually didn’t tell anyone, but, I was planning on killing myself the next day. I was worried you’d report me, or call me crazy, but you helped me research and plan.
But now, I’m having second thoughts. Not about our adventure, there’s nothing I want more. But I’m feeling that tugging gray again, the pain stirring in my chest.
I don’t know if I’m strong enough.
- Love, Robin
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