restless heart — whitney oneshots.
May 7, 2019 12:10:34 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker tallis 🧚🏽♂️kaitlin. on May 7, 2019 12:10:34 GMT -5
hey margs —
i know it's been awhile since we talked. that's my fault, as i'm sure you already know (you know everything, i'm pretty sure) but it warrants saying anyways.
i probably can't tell you much exactly of what all i've been doing, but i just sat down after dinner tonight and knew that i needed to talk to you. so here i am, writing a letter, not even really sure my boss will let it be delivered. i'll keep writing anyways.
to make something beautiful, to create something out of nothing but a collection of paint tubes, it should be enough, don't you think? all i want to do is be enough, to paint something and have that make me enough for this world, but here it's not, and i'm starting to wonder if it would be anywhere. for every friend that i've made here, even the best of them doesn't take me seriously, and it's by my own doing. i'm not trying to be like them, not really, not trying to win. i'm participating, and i'm doing well just like you would want me to do (there never was a challenge that you could turn down), but no matter how hard i try and make myself i just don't want it the same way that the others do, and they're starting to see that.
i came here to meet new people, to find new lives and make them a part of mine. i was so afraid of losing you that i left you and tried to fill the hole before it was even created. that was wrong of me, and the longer i'm here the more i both regret it and the more i'm grateful that i did. i think being here has made me ask a lot of questions about myself, about who i am without you and who i am when you're there to catch me. i've always been the vulnerable one, the one we both knew would fall apart when left alone.
or, maybe not fall apart, but certainly get lost and set something on fire.
you're so strong, even facing what you're facing, and margs you're my hero. mom uprooted me day in and day out, tried to make me into the pristine doll she wanted me to be, and i hated it, but yet without that attention i started to fall to pieces.
i just want to love art without having to apologize for it, without having to explain why. i just want to love.
or maybe i just want love.
period. full stop.
i dunno, i'll keep you updated. anyways, i hope that treatment is going okay. i'm sorry that i'm not there, and i'm sorry it took me so long to realize how wrong it was of me to leave.— whits