Letters to Rachel

by stuartandjeremy

Rachel, You know how I used to write letters to Max that I never sent and how they're now mountains of paper in a cardboard box in my attic? Yeah, well, it looks like that box's lonely days will be over soon, 'cause now you're gone too and what the fuck else can I do but write more letters I never plan on actually sending?

6. July 14, 2013

July 14, 2013

Rachel,

I wonder just how much more they can take before they kick my ungrateful ass out of this house for good.

I don't have a door anymore. I slammed the damn thing too hard or some shit last night and the fucking thing just came off its hinges. And stepführer managed to convince mom not to let me have a new one until I "get my shit together." Normally I would've told him to go fuck himself but for some reason I just didn't have the energy. Maybe I'm getting old. Or maybe I just don't see the point in caring much about anything anymore these days.

Sorry if I haven't been very regular in my writing. I've been smoking like there's no tomorrow recently and I'm always tired and out of breath. I just want the world to stop. I'm so tired of everything.

So yeah. Life sucks and you're still nowhere to be found. What's new?

Chloe, the out of sass