My pet once asked me how much I loved him - if I would help him bury a dead body, to be exact - and back then, I said no. A couple of days ago, I said yes, but only if I was deeerunk. Right now I’m drunk again so I guess that would be a yes.

To the other one I love enough to do that for (even when sober), I hope things look up for you soon. I know it’s gonna get terribly busy and tiring and awful and everything after this weekend, but you’ll be okay. I can say that like I know it because I do, because I know you’re strong enough. If I could I would go through everything else for you, but I guess I can’t (which sucks) and these are things you have to get through on your own (not that you’re alone because I’m here and there are many other people there for you too) but as in personally experience, but like I told you that other night (when I was also drunk), it gets better. I know because I was in a place similar to where you must be now, and things got better. Some very boring and cliched (I dunno how to do the accent aigu thingiebob) guy once said that the bad things happen so the good things feel as good as they ought to feel, which I think is bullshit because good things feel good even when there’s no bad preceeding, but I suppose it could work.

I miss you tonnes. And I’ll email you soon. Promise. (Or you can email me when you see this cos I don’t reckon you want to reply here haha.)

xxxxx