Like I keep mentioning, I’m taking my medication, but the voices are oddly active recently.
Maybe it’s the 3 weeks of doing the overnight shift that’s causing the trouble, as I do hear them if I’m up past 5AM sometimes, I don’t know, I’m just a working stiff tho.
Anyway they say at the airport your dad slapped you because you referred to me as a “nigger” which is honestly new and surprising.
They say you aren’t telling the whole story, or weren’t, but what do I know?
Me personally, I try to be honest and forthright, you might have your reasons for being the opposite, and I’m not saying you’re a liar, but I know a thing or two about not telling the whole truth.
You have your reasons though and that’s fine, I mean we’re not talking to one another currently, this blog might be more for myself than for the idea that you’ll see it and decide to reach out to me like I have done to you.
That may be just another silly little pipe dream of mine but the heart wants what it wants.
Anyway, keep your secrets.
You know how I feel.
Somewhere deeply rooted within in is that teenage boy that loved talking to you, that loved you. You can come to me with anything, I’ll lend an ear, it’s the least I can do.