a letter

dear mdd,

i find this letter truly hard to write considering we’ve been friends longer than i can remember,

i hate this, i truly do people always ask me what’s up with my mood my dear old friend you’ve made it hard to answer these complex question which lead to disaster because i’ve been taught to lie by the voices inside of my head, i’ve been taught that people will treat me differently if they know the struggle i have to stay alive. i guess this is partially true but now that more people than just me know, i feel like we’ve grown distant. i guess that’s good though isn’t it you never were really a good friend to me.

sincerely