"wouldn't it be nice if i had answers like that? a flick of my wrist or tongue and you feel better, pick up a pen and string ribbon through the typewriter teeth and everything flows like the mississippi - but i don't. i'm as lost as you are, at this point, i think. maybe just today is one of those days and you caught me in a weird place on a bad point in a shitty storm. but that's what has to happen and the difference maker is whether or not we can bounce back. i hate the city i live in at this point, i am so depressed i can't even clean the apartment basically, and stay high all day every day so i don't have to realize how unhappy i am. it's about the bounce back once the lifelessness goes away, because it does.

it gets better, it has before and it will again. the songs say so, the poets say so, the fairy princesses have told us time and time again. how about we hang in there together, huh?"

it's strange how someone can give me such strong advice and encouragement even though i have never heard their voice, or seen what they really look like - only what they are capable of. this is enough.