Re:Catching up

Blakey (BlakeBelladonna92)

to me | 10:11 AM (1 hour ago)

Hi Yang. I'm happy to hear from you.

Make sure to drive safe and eat well. You've never had the same problem with it, but I know what it's like to burn out and discover it's been a day or two since you've eaten. If I send a little money, would you try and eat something a little better for you than a big mac too?

Yang, Yang, Yang, the repentant sinner look just doesn't suit you. What you did with Sun it's not my business, you're a free person and we're not dating. Whomever you kiss is your right. I mean next time I'd recommend someone who won't just kiss you flat on the mouth without asking, but I'm hardly one to throw stones on the mate choosing department. Of all the things to be sorry for, this isn't just the least, it's not something you should be sorry for at all. Do take care of that hand, but I know you're not exactly inexperienced with some bruised knuckles.

I got upset about Sun, because at the time I felt like you kissed him and told me just to hurt me. My doctor thinks I see hurtful things as deliberate punishment regardless of intent as a conditioned response to, well you know. I don't like the idea of having a victim complex. If I hurt you that way, I'm sorry.

I'm happy to hear you're taking steps with the drinking. I know I'm absolutely a nagger, it's just alcoholism runs in your family. I'm scared of that for you. Even if Qrow's a nice guys I wouldn't want, well you get what I mean. Maybe the drive's just the break you need? The wind of the highway can flush out your system.

I really appreciate the apologies Yang, don't think they don't mean anything and that I don't care, but I don't want you taking the blame for this squarely on your shoulders. You're not responsible for my mental health. I am. As well as the great state of Oregon for now. Simply put, I haven't been taking care of myself. The fact that I let it get to this point is my fault. It's why I'm here to fix it.

And yeah, I'm feeling good today.

Which is sort of weird for such a dour place. I'm in the voluntary ward so things are little less...intense. Doctors are saying I should be all set to go home soon and in the meantime I have a lot of liberties the other patients don't, namely this phone and complete clearance to walk anywhere by myself. I mean technically, I'm allowed to leave whenever. I've done the paperwork for voluntary withdrawal, but I want to heed my doctor. We've begun testing me on different anti-depressants which I'm keeping a positive outlook on. Other than that I watch TV, and work between our meetings, though we're not suppose to. (I need to at least try to keep up with the team). Sometimes I play one of the other patients, her name's Reese, at chess. She's so chipper you'd never think she'd ever manage to be here, but everyone has their reasons. You'd like her. Lastly, as always, I read.

So far my favorite place at the clinic is outside the library. With the aid of a hefty scarf, there is an old cherry blossom tree dead to the core I like to rest under. The white trunk been warped With a hollow indent and fits me perfectly near its roots. I swear it's meant to have someone like me slide into it with a good book. You'd be surprised what you can find at a mental health clinic library. Who the hell thought Vonnegut was a smart choice for this place?

I'm in the mood for a story Yang, tell me about the drive. I don't think I've seen anything out there before. I hope you can find some adventure in this stupid race home. I'm really sorry I'm making you do this, even if I'm not literally of course, I just can't shake the feeling.

What do you see out there?

Blake Belladonna

(458) 555-7929

Sent From: Salem Oregon