Dear myself,
        (even if its kinda weird to be writing to myself?) I thought i would write you since we dont ever seem to talk anymore.  I hope everything is ok with you, and that your happy.  Unfortunately, I really cant say the same thing.  I always promised myself that i would try and handle things as bes as I can, to keep things in perspective and keep my life on track.  But it didnt really work out that way.  Ironically, the only way I can maintain is to be strung out on antipsychotics with names that take minutes to say, and days to read up on all the side effects.
I dont really understand myself, then again i really dont understand anything or anybody, so what does it say about me overall?
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