A letter from August 25th, 2020

;; important info. - writing on august 25, 2020. - aged 13. - name is maxwell. he/him. - punk/emo/goth/alt. mcr, p!atd, etc. - just got out of a mental hospital. - on latuda. sick. - borderline personality & bipolar. ;; body. - hey. how's 18 treating you? were you scared to learn to drive? can you drive? i'm scared, you know. for the future. getting older isn't really a goal of mine. alas, it's inevitable. i wonder if i'll remember writing this. i wonder if i'll remember crying. i'm sad, really. i'm depressed. but i tell people i'm happy to avoid repercussions. i don't like meds and i don't want to change them again. i'm on latuda now. it makes me feel sick. but that's okay, i might start spitting anyway. do you remember nessa? your ex girlfriend, do you remember? or sara, also your ex? how about fives? bread? man... yeah, you should remember. how about austin? ****, austin.. gross. i had a lot to write but my brain won't work. hey, keep going. stay alive. it seems hypocritical, i know. i know because me right now wants to die. i wonder what the point is a lot. but i think maybe you'll know a little better now. hope you're doing okay. manage your money, you ******* loser. i know you aren't, you suck. also what are taxes i can't please 😭 i'm probably not gonna make it in the real world bye. also so procrastinating you liddol *****. go study. eat a meal, drink some eggnog if you can. man, i want eggnog now. rad. ooo i wonder if you have a decent relationship has been put in place with dad. lmao sure.. anyways, be *** do crime kick ***. peace. ;; closing. - i love you. also if you still think of being a male stripper, do it. that'll be so **** of you 😼 you suck xo ;; from max. <3