I’ve decided I’m going to post here once a day, every day, in the hope that somehow, sometime, my words will reach you.
Charlie Tom. Mr. Tanuki. Ugly Meat. One of the best, creepiest artists in Athens. I miss you. I miss what we had, and moreso, I miss what we could have had before I fucked everything up.
I’m so sorry. I’m so, so, sorry.
It would be foolish of you to bring me back into your life; I know that you’re better off without me. But I miss you all the same.
My guilt and my shame and my self-hatred are driving me insane.
The fact that I caused so much hurt to the most amazing person I’ve ever met is more than I can stand.
Forgive me, Charlie. I beg you. Please let me try to make it right. I don’t know how much longer I can live without at least an opportunity to try.
Forgive me, Charlie Tom.
Forgive me, Mr. Tanuki.
Please.
Reach out to me by IG or text or even email.
You know how to find me.
You know who this is.
