[nous pouvons partir ce soir ou vivre et mourir de cette façon.]
but were we ever really alive? some letters...

dear life,
please stop happening to me. please.
love,
angela

dear brain,
if life decides to continue happening to me can you please try to agree more with my heart. she is right. you are wrong. most of the time.
love,
angela.
ps. if you could also discontinue increased activity of my pericranial muscles, it would be much appreciated and helpful for fuctioning properly. thanks.

dear heart,
don't stop. please. please don't stop this time. we're counting on you.
love,
angela.

dear truth,
please stop hurting. i don't think i'm the first one to ask you this, so can you try to do something about this soon?
love,
angela

i will sleep now. i will. sans vous.
- posted by angela @ 12:42 AM