Dear reader,

I thought I could get by the grief of my pre-teens. Turns out I can't. My family was all that I had back then. I can't rely on them now they're gone. I have to rely on them. I have to get to them. Those were thoughts that I had whenever I 'smoked'. Everything that has been happening to me has only worsened those thoughts. Rubric, I know we weren't on that good terms, but I'd like to say sorry. Enjoy life without me blocking your way. Enjoy life with Glowstick, whoever they are. Dusk though, I'm sorry I made this choice. It was the only thing I could do to heal my pain. If you ever did love me, I loved you back with everything I had left. If any of you wonder about me, remember that I'm healing out of reach of you. Maybe we'll meet again another time.

Farewell,

Incense Stick