Well, this is not my. I am being forced into this against my will. I. I have no choice.
Bake my potatoes: I am moving to....
Idaho.
Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow.
Wow. No, no, it's not over.
I'm taking my little dog for a walk.
Woof woof. I am scared. Woof. I am Satan's happy dog. Woof. Woof woof.
what bpd does to a mf
good luck to idaho
Idaho to good luck to you.
Idaho is cold, and beautiful. I can't believe how nice everything is, and a lot of the people are fine.
I came because the voices wanted me to. They wouldn't get off of me. Stupid move. It's too cold for this time of year for me, and mostly I am stressed out and sad. I am running out of meds.
At the shelter everyone is fucking with me real bad trying to run me off. They got into my laundry and stretched the neck out on my shirts.
Phone service was an unbelievable nightmare.
I am ashamed to see how nice it is here. I was considering writing, but right now I guess I can't. I doubt you'll notice here, but just in case.
I see why you like it. I'm glad that there are things in your heart you'd have over me. I'd almost respect it.
Running out of meds, running out of meds, running out of meds.
I'm going to try and stay and see if I'm not well enough to go back to work, but really, I should have faced up to where I was. Although people were teaming up on me too real bad over some old unfortunates there too, and it was getting bad. I sleep better here, but even the guys in the office are using hurtful language when I come through. It's tasteless, but what can you do.
I never knew you for a second, but I'll always love you very much in my own way. That said, I have my own soul to shepherd and although I'm always just a phone call, email, or whatever away, it's not often that I'm lost in Idaho.
I want to write. It's all I think about. But I don't have the strength, because of how upset you got last time. I thought, well really, it upset me how rude it was, and really, I'm over it mostly, but you know, I also do have a lot of fond memories of your friendship, and you do have a special place in my heart.
But I won't be a bother. I might write on my way out and see if I can't survive long enough to check into a rehab somewhere else, but I don't really know anymore what's going to happen to me, or realistically what the outcome will be considering how bad my nerves are.
Ok, I have a million other things to do, but just wanted to say hello, goodbye, and that I won't be a bother.
I see why you like it here, though, and wish you all the best. May all your dreams come true.
Your pal,
Anon
I kind of see what you mean about being of different classes.
I have a lot to say about the wealth of human experience that can be found in certain cow pastures lit with fire flies, with falling stars and that.
Then again the magic Idaho potato sky uhm... Potatoes must have a special charm to them, too.
Well. I had better run. Love you, respect you, and hope to see you someday on the flip side. I wish you well.
Lucifer says I don't have much time left.
Yeah, this is too scary for me. I'm not doing so good. Maybe this is it. Good Lord God have mercy.
I guess I am going to die soon, huh?
Please, please, dear God please make it stop!