I'm Not Insane

Nice of you to come back. Can you stop disappearing all the time? It gets lonely pretty quickly here.

Keep telling me how much you want to help me. I won’t believe you. Maybe I would’ve before, but not now. Not after I read that letter. More and more I’m reminded of it. I believe it’s my parents. Everything makes sense now. All this time I was wondering why they never came. That letter told me everything. They don’t want me. They don’t love me anymore. They hate me. They hate me because of what I did to that freak. It’s that freak’s fault. It’s his family’s fault for giving birth to his sorry ass. If he was never born I wouldn’t be here right now. My parents would still want me. They would still love me.

How do I know if you want me?