era.

So, if this does end up being my last letter, please believe that things are good with me, and even when they’re not, they will be soon enough.

Dear The Couch,

This is the letter I always wanted to write to you but
I dunno. It
seemed silly,
y'see?

Way back when I wanted to say
"Hey,
I'm doing okay!"

(I could have slipped another
rhyme in there).

I wanted to say
"Thanks for showing me
how to be happy.

I've got a new boy now and
you'd really like him. He
has blonde hair
and plaid shirts
and I help him with his art.

And Pap-y doesn't
hate me any more
so I don't hate him.

Sometimes I see
my friends as demi
brothers and sisters which
I've never had
before.

Iz nice.

If we did that shell exercise again, I'd
still pick that horrible
one to represent the world.

I still resent what I used to call
'the machine' 'cause my

hair is too wild
and my boots are too big
and my skirts are too short

for me to get a proper job. I'd rather
die young than
grow grey (not as in 'old',
but into a 'sad charcoal
soul').

But that's okay,
'cause I still have an ideology."

Some of that is no longer
true. Insert slight
edit
here.

"I gotst a nose stud and
I think you'd like it. I wear
flowers in my hair
now and lipstick
everyday.

I was thinking how funny it is,
The Vines and Frank Turner
remained my favourite artists

ever since I was fourteen.

Rock n' roll cannot help but prevail with me.

I think you'd
be okay with that.

It's because of you that
this blog survived. When you told me
this was my method of process, I
trusted you. I'm glad I
listened to you.

I don't wanna be a skinless body in the
dark, in the
nothing any more. I can
be fine without hiding now.

Well, I still
hide on the Heath. But I love
the Heath. I
always will."

I could do a Wayne's
World with my
very own Scooby Doo end? Lolz,
nawr.

"I did it. I'm going to university
today.

I'm going to study English Literature and
dress how I like
and party how I like
and talk to who I like.

And I'm nervous excited terrified happy. All
wrapped into one.

Oh, and I'm gonna see Frankie T in
Decembre, 'cause
old habits die hard."

"Spaceship will carry B home."