Conversation

I guess the drugs must be starting to work - I'm beginning to get lonely. I'm surrounded by people most of the time (because being alone for long periods is a really bad thing for me right now) but I miss you. I would love to hear from you soon, and to be able to hold your hand one of these days. Who knows... perhaps one day I'll be able to write for you again. If you're ever going to be willing to read it, that is.

And this sadness will never go away, no matter how many drugs they give me.