Dear Anne,

Father found me. I expected he would. We had a rather bitter conversation over the phone. I contemplated suicide, but I'm a coward. I couldn't follow through with it although I've made a few attempts in the past. His demands are too much for me to handle.

I walked around Vienna for several hours in a daze. Father has that effect on me. I wish I were normal. I wish I could face life with positively. The negatives weigh me down. There are times when I don't know why I'm alive. I should just take my own life and get out of this miserable life.

You bolster me, Dear Anne. I turned my depressive thoughts to you and began thinking seriously about a real life with you. Perhaps I'm thinking about marriage. It's a crazy thought. I never considered it before—not really. I'm such a fool.

My life isn't cut out for marriage. I'm an artist and prone to flimsy ideas and last moment change of plans. You wouldn't like that, Anne. You're cut and dried. Your life is going to proceed on a normal pace. That's because you are normal. You are the most normal person in my life.

Father's cut and dried too. He won't ever change. His life is his life. It's not mine. I can't regulate myself to going to an office day after day and staring out the same window for an eternity. I must see new things, new places. I want to experience life and capture it on a canvas. Paris, Vienna. Maybe Tokyo. Where shall I go next? I must go somewhere—anywhere that is away from Father.

Oh, Anne, what shall I do? I can't escape. He's on my trail the moment I get on a plane. I have to keep one step ahead of him at all times. He'll show up in Vienna and I will be gone. Perhaps I have to find a mundane place to stay. Someplace he will never find. Perhaps I will move in with you. How does that sound? I'm seriously thinking about it. I'll show up and you'll have to let me in.

All my love,

Corey

xxx