The Answer.

Dear readers. I’m writing to you in this way because it’s the only tolerable way that I can. This current place I’m held in just keeps gradually pulling me back down. I know it’s wrong for me. I have to leave. But it’s the only comfort I know. I can only dwell on better times. I don’t know what to do. Where to go. I’m drowning. I’m scared. I can’t get help. I can hardly grasp reality. There’s no leaving. I’m stuck in this dream. I’m stuck in Summer.