pen; monochromized

"Hi. Heads up over the air.

I'm in hospital. I can't support myself anymore. My gut is wrenching I have to puke. I lost all my glucose and potassium. But the doctors can't find anything wrong with me.

Yeah but you know. I'm two people really. And one of them is dying. Only you know what's going on. Everybody else is worried. But you think there's a cure for me. You believe nothing is wrong.

I just hope the real me is not dying. The one I put under cover and masks. Is my soul sick? Is this how I show my illness, like a Jane Austen character desperately needing love? Who else would know that I'm suffering soul loss? I need a death. One of my two selfs needs to go. The IV is dripping.

Drip Drip, Drip Drop"