a Letter

Everybody wants a reason for everything. 

It's so much easier with
Someone or something to blame. 


I've always struggled at the
Root of the problem. 

Has it been absence or my constant lack of
Defense? 


I've never spent a lot on finding a remedy.
I guess I figured that it hurt for a reason.
I guess
That's why
I've always
Turned to writing it down.
Not just in stories, but the letters in between. 

And I guess that's why it haunts the pages of everything—to
Self-examine. 


I think the thing is that
I shut off from
Everything.
From friends and family and my own ambitions.
From having fun.
I just shut off from everything.
Self-defeating?
Yeah, probably.
But I Don't know that
I had total control over it.
And I'm not sure it even
Matters why.
Sometimes things
Happen and you can't do anything.
Plus, I'm
The only one who deals with it anyway.
So if everyone could do me a favor
And just put their fingers down
I'd—and keep your
Mouths—

Sorry.
I know I seem angry.
I'm not, I...
I promise.
I Just know
I did this to me.
And I will deal with it accordingly.
And I Don't need opinions from those never a part of it.
Don't need them pointing
Out my problems, they're mine.
Don't need reminders
I know better than
Anyone. 


And yeah,
I know, I should be finding another way.
I Know that
I should be out seeking a
Substitute.
But just forgetting never
Really made sense to me. 


So I haven't been. 


Do I feel embarrassed about it?
I think you know the answer to that.
I think You'd probably feel a
Little bit embarrassed for me, wouldn't you? 


I know I should've moved on ages ago, been happy already, but
It's never been that easy for me.
Or maybe it was me that made it so hard. 


I know I've only ever tried a handful of times to sever this
Thing torturing me.
It never got me anywhere, with anyone.
No friendship or
Hobby, no lover's bed worked.
But looking back
I Maybe never tried hard
Enough, and it is my fault. 


Maybe I never tried at all.