Tu es comme un organe vitale, ma greffe de vie. Tu irrigues mon système sanguin à la vie.Et ça, ça c'est vraiment fort. C'est ça la vrai traitement, la greffe, tu me greffes de quelque chose que j'aime, et ça va de mieux en mieux. Je suis comme un petit baobab et tu alimentes mes racines. Tu es ma source de vie. D'ailleurs, tu sais, personne ne peut me séparer de mes organes vitaux, du sang qui irrigue mon coeur. PERSONNE.
(Message received on june 11 at 2:16 AM.)
(Hello? Are you there? Listening? I'm just trying to get in touch Man. I've been so fucking, so fucking down lately. Like, idk what's happening. I'm just lay there quiet. Can't speak cause everyone around me is passed out. My fucking mind's raging. Uh, hello? Id even know why I called. I think it might be time for me to leave. Just call quits. I'm sick of this. It's the same fucking day everyday. I think I sleep, i can't be sure thought. It's all the same now. Drink, drink, drink again. I'm tired Man. I think it, you don't want to hear this. I'm a mess. I'm sry Man. I just dk who to turn to. No one really hears me, yk? I speak, at least I think I speak, but no one hears me. I've said enough. Hello? I shouldn't have called.)