Dearest Anne Frank,
I thought of writing you the moment I finished leafing
through your diary. I wanted to tell you you made it. I wanted to congratulate
you because your work made it past the annex and beyond the pacific. I wish to
tell you how I admire you as a girl and as an artist. But I’m writing you out
of helplessness now. Can I tell you how I feel Anne?
I’m writing to you now because I have just sunken so low. My
heart can only take so much; I know very well you’d understand what it’s like.
I am trapped within my own annex, without an attic or a Peter to appease me. I
feel so alone Anne. I’ve always felt that way but I feel like a rejected, rotten
potato left alone inside a sack. I need friends, but I can’t call one. I haven’t
been good to anyone and I don’t deserve one if you ask me.
I might be depressed, but I might just be overthinking. I know
I am unhappy, I have been unhappy for a while now. I’d like to think I’m just
having an interesting life story, but the fact I made so many bad decisions is overwhelming
for it has been breathing down my neck.
I used to think I’m different in a good way, now I see
myself as someone lesser than most people I know. This is the truth Anne, for
if it’s not, then why am I always falling short in everything? Why are people
with worse condition less miserable than I am? I am rotten deep down and there
are too many things I’m incapable of. These days I feel like I’m not really
good at writing at all.
Today I’m throwing the towel.
I know I am strong -but the exasperating battle with my two
inner wolves ends here. I will admit defeat.
I am not smart nor wise after all. I am stupid to think I
have wisdom. I can’t even stray away from the quicksand. I want to go somewhere
far, alone. But I need people too. Pathetic. I’m tired of crying to sleep. I’m
tired of trying hard not to weep. I’m tired of everything. Last night I felt
like I understood people who chose not to play the game of life anymore. I was
on the edge. Then I heard God.
We had a heart to heart that night.
-
J.
( I’ll tell you more tomorrow)
Dane? I feel you. Let's talk.
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