"It's four in the morning, the end of December. I'm writing you now just to see if you're better."

Dec 12, 2011 04:21

I'm so tired of trying to save you.  I'm so tired of telling my (our) parents that you've screwed up, and seeing them shake their heads because they just aren't surprised anymore.  I'm so tired of making plans and being let down.

I'm just exhausted with the efforts I make.  I'm putting you in a hospital on Thursday.  If you don't cooperate, I am ending this relationship.

I love you, and I will always love you, but I can't live like this.

"You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and-
Just tired.
So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart-
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep."

(If you don't make it through this night, I will have at least told you the truth.)

~Omi...
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