A Letter →
“Fuck resting in peace.” Gah. I don’t know whether to cry or run off and have 10,000 adventures. Right now.
If you’re reading this, I’ve died. You’ll be as sorry to hear it as I am to write it, but trust me, at this point, I don’t mind. The truth is this has been a long battle and I’m tired of fighting. I’m not tired of living, but chronic pain isn’t as easy to manage as it is on television. Don’t worry, I’ve lived.