Dear T, I've gleaned that you see yourself in me, but I'm not as strong as you. I don't have the same path ahead. I fear that you must thick I'm pathetic and be so unimpressed with my cycles of self-induced Crap. I wish I was stronger. I wish I was someone who you would find inspiring but I'm not. God, you must be annoyed. Our worse, absolutely bored with my repetitive ****.

I'm trying to be honest with myself, with everyone. But I don't really know what I want. I loathe myself for that.