it's Friday, October 20th, at 6:21am and no one has written to me or found the letters i submitted. (but hell, i haven’t submitted anything in half a year, so i don’t even know why i expected new responses.) i keep getting my hopes up that people will care, but every time it happens i’m either misinterpreting it or they leave anyway. the world is cold and cruel and full of hate, life’s awful and unfair. all that jazz.
but, my dear readers, we have the chance to change that. keep writing letters, keep responding, and we have the potential to save each other. we use this blog, the internet, our words to help people. i can’t be the only person who used to check this blog daily to find my initial or references to my life. it’s Friday, October 20th, at 6:32am and i’ve been getting my hopes up for too long- i know this is just a shout into the void, a need for my own attention/validation as well as for others, but maybe this will reach someone and you’ll decide to tell someone irl that you care or respond to a post here or send a nice anon or something like that.
i don’t know what i’m saying. i’m craving whiskey and smack and chocolate and i’ve been sleeping far too much and i know the cohesiveness of my writing must be utter shit right now but idk.
with sincerity and sympathy,
a shout into the void