dear stability, healthy motivation, happiness, and sense of self:
where have you gone over the past few years? it seems all i want to do these days is break things and get fucked up. i used to think i had a good hold on everything, but you guys somehow slipped away from me and all i'm left with are these self-destructive, self-defeating patterns. i was smoking a blunt dipped in codeine last night and i realized that i miss you a lot. if you get this letter please try to come visit. i'll be waiting...
p.s. if not, please send me some ecstacy or mushrooms - i'm not that picky.