Dear whoever I am right now,

…

…

Who are you?

Why do you always do these things to me? To yourself. Us.

I don't even understand what you're doing.

Do we make sense to you?

What's happening to me.

I feel like two different people.

I can feel it.

I can feel the rift of myself.

I can feel me pulling away.

And I can feel me being happy.

And I can see you crying.

And I can feel us shaking with fear.

And I can hear you screaming

And I can feel our throats ripping.

And we are blind.

We are deaf.

I am confused

And you don't care anymore.

We fell apart

Each holding the other up

Writing letters to people who don't exist.

Who am I?

Sincerely,

Who am I now?

Who am I becoming?

Who was I?

Hmm…

Sincerely,

Sincerely,

Whoever I am now?