Dear J,

If you get this, then I wanted to write this as an apology letter.

I’m so sorry for the way I acted when you were around, the way I talk about topics that you don’t like, and the way I was thinking. I could’ve told you sooner about the way that bastard fox told lies about me. But all I did was suppress that topic. I wish I didn’t, because thinking about it would make me overthink. I sought my own revenge by what they did to me, but it costed both my mental health and my own old self.

I always hated hurting myself over the fact that I thought myself as a bad friend, even if the voices were telling me. Just recently, I bashed my head against my locker, getting a bruise and denting my locker door. “Why can’t this stop?” I thought. I just wish I told you sooner. About what I could’ve told you and many others. But damage already done, it was too late.

Now I only focused on my mental health. Not just from medications for my anxiety or my focus on work, but also to shut the world around me by listening to music, drawing art, and playing video games.

I know you won’t forgive me. But just know I appreciate your work no matter what it is. Whether if it’s music, art, or videos. And maybe one day, I’ll listen to Low Key Gliding just to remember the good times. Maybe someday, I’ll be able to make whatever it is right and be sure to not screw up. I hope things are better at your end too. Wishing you good luck on whatever it is you’re doing.

Sincerely, A.