And I feel so happy. Things are so good for me right now. In so many ways. I haven’t been in a mentally good place like this for as long as I can remember. Everything in my life is coming together. I feel so fucking lucky.
I am sick. I’m not faking this illness, I am tasked in this life with caring for this self and so are you, dear one. I know you are better at it now than I am as I write this. I accept that I don’t know at all anymore where life is taking me, or where or who you are, who I will become. I just want you safe and blissful, free from addiction, putting one foot in front of the other. I’m just so glad you exist! I’m so sorry that I almost didn’t get to write this, that you almost died because of me.
I hope your eyes and your heart are filled with light and love, that you know yourself to be moral and loyal and kind, and maybe even proud of your successes. That doesn’t seem unreasonable to wish for! I really hope you’re self sufficient, and taking good care of the body given to us. I am so proud of you, and can’t wait to see you and where you’ve taken us. I trust you, I trust that you exist, and that you have the capacity to live a meaningful life, even if I have given up needing to know the specifics.
Christ, Ive been in a blissful shell of pre-Echoes hype and then enjoying the game for myself but I had to be a fool and go on reddit to see how everyone else liked it and I just see a bunch of people calling it dogshit and every other thing about how awful a game it is. Why did I even bother?