Dear Kurt,

Things are getting worst. Again. These days have been all the same. The same feeling, the same thoughts. I don't know. I haven't felt so into deep for months. Maybe since... you know, September. I've had my though times since then, but nothing compares to this. All the effort I've been making... gone to waste. I can't even concentrate on studying anymore. All because of... you know - this.

I really have a lot to tell you, but I can't put it all into words. My mind has been such a confusing place to be in... you understand this, somehow. It's that particular thought that is not letting me breathe properly. It completely paralyses me. My sanity is really scarce now.

How, I ask. How? I feel so sad.

I choose some lyrics from your songs, since I know you'll understand more than anyone what I mean. It's just that I can't say much using my own words. 

"We could plant a house, we could build a tree. I don't even care, we could have all three."

Breed

In the last few days, this has been stuck in my mind. We could in fact have all three. We could. Plant a house, build a tree. The paradox. It's exactly what it is. 

"Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be."

Come as you are

As you are would be enough for me. 

"One baby to another says, I'm lucky I've met you. I don't care what you think unless it is about me."

Drain you

I guess there's nothing else to add.

"I know it's wrong, so what should I do?"

On a plain

I feel like I've never made less sense than now.

What the hell am I trying to say? 

On a plain

It speaks for itself.

I'm sorry for the mess. 

«Peace, love, empathy.»