What are we up to, a dozen? Probably a few dozen if we go back ten years to when we first because roommies and best friends. Anyway, I will keep keeping in touch with the parts of you that you hide away cuz somebody's gotta do it (and besides, I loves ya and want what is best for you, but you oughta know that by now. :) Are you writing? I know you tell yourself you should journal whenever your deeper stuff comes closer to the surface and the anxiety threatens your happiness, but then you forget and hope the deeper stuff never surfaces again once it settles down. But it always does. Until you trust yourself enough to trust Brandi to be your closest confident who hears everything without restriction, you really ought to write. So this is a reminder. The words might bite, but they don't leave marks. Not writing does. (leave marks) Oooo, heavy huh? Yeah, besides the most serious obvious scars, not writing allows hiding, repression, suppression, and all the thinking ...
A correspondence between a writer and his non-writer chosen family.