The Letter
Dear mom,
I feel sad. Sometimes I think about life and feel sad. Sometimes I think about what I’m doing and feel sad. Sometimes I think about you and feel sad. I want to tell you about it but I don’t know how.
I chose to move out last year because of the I felt discontented with my life. Ever since tegretol… no, maybe even before tegretol … I’m not sure when I began having mood swings. It was as if one second I was happy and felt like I had the ability to achieve whatever I aimed towards, and the next felt worthless. I felt alone. I felt alone. I felt alone.
I don’t blame the medication. I do
What filled my field of vision was a grey sky,
The dull colour of the sky was an adumbration of my inner lack of purpose,
I began to ponder over the questions that everyone not immune to the human condition did,
Why am I here?,
What can I offer to society?.
I realised that I had nothing new to offer,
Nothing different,
But I did have something unique,
My perspective.
The Letter
Dear mom,
I feel sad. Sometimes I think about life and feel sad. Sometimes I think about what I’m doing and feel sad. Sometimes I think about you and feel sad. I want to tell you about it but I don’t know how.
I chose to move out last year because of the I felt discontented with my life. Ever since tegretol… no, maybe even before tegretol … I’m not sure when I began having mood swings. It was as if one second I was happy and felt like I had the ability to achieve whatever I aimed towards, and the next felt worthless. I felt alone. I felt alone. I felt alone.
I don’t blame the medication. I do
What filled my field of vision was a grey sky,
The dull colour of the sky was an adumbration of my inner lack of purpose,
I began to ponder over the questions that everyone not immune to the human condition did,
Why am I here?,
What can I offer to society?.
I realised that I had nothing new to offer,
Nothing different,
But I did have something unique,
My perspective.