I wrote you a letter but I can’t remember the details of it. I have gaps in my memory, pockets of space of things I cannot remember. What worries me is that the days are passing me by and I can’t remember anything. The days are merging and blurring into one another and if I can’t recall a single thing at all, I know that things are going to get worse because when I’m not able to remember everything or even anything, it means that I’m going to fuck up. I’m slipping and losing my grip on reality. When that happens, I’m going to lose my grip on who I am and what I mean as a person; when I forget my self-worth and begin to define myself by my failures, I’ll self-destruct.
And I don’t want you to be there when it happens; I don’t want you to see me like that. I don’t want to fuck you up more than I already have. And it’s a matter of when, not if. It will happen, and when it does… just know that I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough.
Jynx Frostbyte 