…I tire of trying. I want to leave here, behind, and i know it terrible. There are those i wish could understand my need. They could never give and no one can fill this abandoned space. They left me broken and never tried to mend or repair or even see the burnt edges and dug out soul they squashed and trampled and threw out the door. It was only if i stayed under their possession that i meant anything to them.
–letter to send tomorrow