I am writing to you because I can no longer face you, to tell you that I am sad. It is just heartbreaking to see you deal with, what you think you are going through. We have had our highs, and we have dealt with blows. In no way, shape or state is it a valid excuse to treat yourself the way that you have been. Alcohol and drugs do not fix. They numb. They enable you to sweep the “real” under the bed, until there is too much, and it makes it too uncomfortable to sleep. I know this, you know this. I am here on my knees, pathetically, selfishly begging you to stop. Stand up. Dig all your problems up and face them like a man. No more self pity. No more being scared. The only tears shall be the happy ones when you see me looking back at you proud that you have accomplished more, than what the sorrow had achieved in breaking you down.
Until then, goodbye and I hope to see you in the near future,
© 2016 Joseph Emerson WhatsInsideAMadmansHat.com
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