Email XXXII: Okay, I feel like a human pincushion.

Mar 29, 2006 11:40

I swear to god, if they stick one more needle into me(you), I'm gonna start breaking shit.

I'm going stir crazy, John.  How the hell did you do it, before?  I'm not good at this sitting around thing.  I need to DO things, I don't care if I look like me, or you, or fucking Magneto himself.  I WANT OUT OF THIS CELL.

I, uh...kinda wanted to say this in person, but now that we know they're not going to let us SEE each other until this is all fixed...thanks.  For saving me.

God, I miss you.  Can this all be over so I can hold you again?  I know you don't like talking about the sappy shit, but you don't seem to mind doing it, and...I miss you, John.  And it's hard seeing you in the mirror every day, but you're not here, and--

Fuck.

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Robert Drake
Xavier's School for the Gifted

"That man is the richest whose pleasures are the cheapest."
--Henry David Thoreau (1817 - 1862)
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