a continuation from this post—spiderboy oc letters :)
9 August, 2021
Yo,
Writing in here again. Feeling a little better since last time but still kind of shitty. Mirah figured out how to work the showers. So that’s cool. Made me feel a little like a person again.
Ha. Well. It got as close as it could, anyway.
I hope you’ve been well. I mean that, too.
Have our parents contacted you yet? I know you don’t take their calls, but knowing Má, she might’ve flown all the way over to tell you (hah).
It’s funnier if you don’t know, I think. Tripped and broke my neck on the finish line, and you’re just… living your life.
Why do you get to live your life? Why do you get to get out? Why did thi—
Dumbass questions. Sorry. I’m glad you’re safe. I hope you make the big bucks off your paintings; you were always really good at it. Sorry for asking you to draw me so much. I guess artists hate that; I didn’t know.
The thing up there was figurative. If that wasn’t obvious… I can’t run for shit anyway especially not now. Just got sick at orientation. Common enough, ya know? Lotta new people, lotta new places. Lotta new germs. But then it got worse. I ended up at Walker Med for a while…
I wish I remembered better beyond that. Sometimes, there’s like...flashes, especially when it gets bright out. Where I remember. But I can’t get myself to pick up a pencil when that happens. I go all trembly and skittery and shit and I may as well not even be there anymore.
Sorry, I guess that’s melodramatic. Whatever. it’s not like i’m writing to anyone anyway.
So I think I’m legally dead now (?). I’m not sure, to be honest. I don’t know the law very well, but whatever happened at that hospital cannot be legal so I think it’s safe to assume they just wrote me off. Mirah agrees. I guess I got better from whatever the hell happened, technically, but I’m all—
I don’t see much point in writing about it; it just makes me—
