Hell yeah~ We can be Bedrot Buds~
(Imagine a sick guitar rift after reading that. Assuming you read it out loud and pronounced it the way it looks. Like. With the tilde and... I'm ruining this. Ignore me.)
But yeah this sucks for both of us.
For whatever reason you're bedrotting... (if you have one! You might not, sometimes brains just. hate being alive. It be like that.) I really do hope it gets better soon. You're one of the kindest people I've met. Ever. So... If you bedrot for the same reasons I do? Stop. You don't deserve this.
Please take care of yourself? Even if it hurts to?
I'm gonna rip off the letter writer by saying this, but...
You are more loved than you will ever know.
You should eat something. I should too, but... My kitchen's right outside my door and my trailermate can get groceries when I can't, so... I'm alive on my own front. I can eat at any time, but.....
So. If I promise to get up and eat, will you do too?
(I mean... I need to get up anyway... My raccoons are getting so loud I can barely think...)
But I won't eat until you do. Deal?
-Squig @searchin4arealitythatdoesntexist
oh. someone texted me. i didn’t expect that.
thank you, Squig. i’ve seen on your blog and i wish i could help, but… i’m not sure how. hah.
i’ll be alright. i just get lonely at times. you’re actually the first person to contact me in four days. my parents and brother assume I’m busy. my best friend is in a completely different timezone.
regardless. you did not reach out for a sob story. i will pry myself out of bed and see if i have some trail snacks lying around. surely i have something…