"Dear" Mark
How dare you? You have no right to say those things to me. You have no right to say that I left you to fend for yourselves. You are not my responsibility, Mark! Not you, not Roger, not Mimi not anyone. I'm not your father, and I'm not your baby-sitter!
I know exactly how lucky I was to find Angel. To have that kind of love, even if it was only for a short time. And I know you miss her too. But I loved her, Mark! I loved her more than I have ever loved someone before. And she was the first person to ever love me. And she died. She died, and she left me here. I feel like my heart is missing. The only reason I get up in the morning is that I know she would want me to live on. All I have now are the memories. She's gone, and that hurts. Sometimes I'm not even sure I want to live on without her. My love is gone. I don't think I'll ever find it again.
You didn't know that, did you? No, because you haven't bothered to ask. These letters you've written were all about you. "I have a problem, you have to help me, Collins. I'm in so much pain here, what shall I do, Collins?" Not once have you asked me how I'm feeling, how I'm coping. Well, I feel like shit! I've always been the one taking care of others, but I won't do that anymore. I have my own battles to fight now.
You think you and Roger would be happy if he just loved you like you love him. That's not being realistic, Mark. You're living in a fantasy. A fucking fairy-tale. People don't live happily ever after in this world. It just doesn't work that way. So you had some thoughts about love. Well good for you! Please, do use them in one of your films. At least that way no one will have to hear about them. Yeah, love hurts. Most of us realised that a long time ago. Welcome to reality. It's a hell.
I don't know why I bother telling you this, but I do know what you're going through. I know what it feels like to be in love with your best friend. You seem to find it hilarious, but I was in love with Benny. You should have known that. We were all living in the same apartment, and you never even noticed. You think you're so good at reading people. Mark - the observer, who notices everything. You think you know so much about the rest of us. You don't know shit! Unless it involves you, you don't care about what other people do and feel.
So, yeah, I do know how you feel. It's you who don't know how I feel. Get back to me when Roger dies. Then, and only then, you'll know how I feel.
Collins
How dare you? You have no right to say those things to me. You have no right to say that I left you to fend for yourselves. You are not my responsibility, Mark! Not you, not Roger, not Mimi not anyone. I'm not your father, and I'm not your baby-sitter!
I know exactly how lucky I was to find Angel. To have that kind of love, even if it was only for a short time. And I know you miss her too. But I loved her, Mark! I loved her more than I have ever loved someone before. And she was the first person to ever love me. And she died. She died, and she left me here. I feel like my heart is missing. The only reason I get up in the morning is that I know she would want me to live on. All I have now are the memories. She's gone, and that hurts. Sometimes I'm not even sure I want to live on without her. My love is gone. I don't think I'll ever find it again.
You didn't know that, did you? No, because you haven't bothered to ask. These letters you've written were all about you. "I have a problem, you have to help me, Collins. I'm in so much pain here, what shall I do, Collins?" Not once have you asked me how I'm feeling, how I'm coping. Well, I feel like shit! I've always been the one taking care of others, but I won't do that anymore. I have my own battles to fight now.
You think you and Roger would be happy if he just loved you like you love him. That's not being realistic, Mark. You're living in a fantasy. A fucking fairy-tale. People don't live happily ever after in this world. It just doesn't work that way. So you had some thoughts about love. Well good for you! Please, do use them in one of your films. At least that way no one will have to hear about them. Yeah, love hurts. Most of us realised that a long time ago. Welcome to reality. It's a hell.
I don't know why I bother telling you this, but I do know what you're going through. I know what it feels like to be in love with your best friend. You seem to find it hilarious, but I was in love with Benny. You should have known that. We were all living in the same apartment, and you never even noticed. You think you're so good at reading people. Mark - the observer, who notices everything. You think you know so much about the rest of us. You don't know shit! Unless it involves you, you don't care about what other people do and feel.
So, yeah, I do know how you feel. It's you who don't know how I feel. Get back to me when Roger dies. Then, and only then, you'll know how I feel.
Collins