Friday

Now I lay me down to sleep...

Damnit. So much for having a good day. . You know, I go to bed every single night feeling like I’ve  done some terrible thing. I don’t know what that “thing” is, but it’s the same every night. Every single fucking night
I’m sorry, I’ll take the blame. It’s my fault. Forgive me. Whatever it is... just tell me what it is that I’ve done wrong. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.
Forgive me
Please Just let me sleep...

Dear..

 Dear Christopher,  I think I found it.  Maybe now, we can start living again.  Always,  - me