is a letter a dialogue?
dear julie,
i have been fine, thanks for asking. well ... i have been as fine as could be expected, i guess. the doctor doesn't seem to think i have much of a chance, i think. she doesn't really look me in the eyes. i think she has grown to like me.
i told you it was a bad idea to go to the doctor in the first place. i am not too sure what you were thinking. this isn't my style. i would rather be out in the world, not confined to a one-bedroom apartment in a strange city.
i don't think this is as bad as everyone else does. i have wanted to die for a while. i guess you probably know that. i guess i probably said it to you a couple of times when i shouldn't have. i guess this is what i get. but really, i think it really is what i wanted.
seriously, i get to feel sorry for myself ... and all the people that claim to have loved me are finally acting like they do. and yes, that includes you. it certainly isn't lost on me that i don't hear from you for years. than my sister runs into you, and voila, i get a letter in the mail.
it's funny to me, the way people do that. it's like, it was always ok with you that we didn't talk, as long as you knew that you could always find me if you had to. but now, i think you realize that we won't talk too much anymore ... and that's a sure thing, not just me trying to be dramatic.
i don't have the energy for the drama. not anymore. i am a miserable man. i am miserable, but i plan on making a change. i am no longer going to go through the treatments. it's over. i have decided to go to europe and walk to china. i don't think i will make it. but i do think it's worth the try.
either way, let us not lose touch again. if nothing else, i would like to see you before i go. i miss you very much. at night, i often speak to you ... hoping to find solace or something. i don't want that to sound like i am pathetic, but i guess i probably am anyway. so whatever.
why don't you come and meet me in vegas? i think that will be my first stop.
anway. my mother is doing fine, thanks for asking. the dogs are alive, but they are getting old. are you interested in adopting some wonderful boys and girls? and no, i sold the motorcycle. i needed the money. it's still my preferred method of trasportation. well ... now it's going to be walking, i guess.
your friend,
amero
i have been fine, thanks for asking. well ... i have been as fine as could be expected, i guess. the doctor doesn't seem to think i have much of a chance, i think. she doesn't really look me in the eyes. i think she has grown to like me.
i told you it was a bad idea to go to the doctor in the first place. i am not too sure what you were thinking. this isn't my style. i would rather be out in the world, not confined to a one-bedroom apartment in a strange city.
i don't think this is as bad as everyone else does. i have wanted to die for a while. i guess you probably know that. i guess i probably said it to you a couple of times when i shouldn't have. i guess this is what i get. but really, i think it really is what i wanted.
seriously, i get to feel sorry for myself ... and all the people that claim to have loved me are finally acting like they do. and yes, that includes you. it certainly isn't lost on me that i don't hear from you for years. than my sister runs into you, and voila, i get a letter in the mail.
it's funny to me, the way people do that. it's like, it was always ok with you that we didn't talk, as long as you knew that you could always find me if you had to. but now, i think you realize that we won't talk too much anymore ... and that's a sure thing, not just me trying to be dramatic.
i don't have the energy for the drama. not anymore. i am a miserable man. i am miserable, but i plan on making a change. i am no longer going to go through the treatments. it's over. i have decided to go to europe and walk to china. i don't think i will make it. but i do think it's worth the try.
either way, let us not lose touch again. if nothing else, i would like to see you before i go. i miss you very much. at night, i often speak to you ... hoping to find solace or something. i don't want that to sound like i am pathetic, but i guess i probably am anyway. so whatever.
why don't you come and meet me in vegas? i think that will be my first stop.
anway. my mother is doing fine, thanks for asking. the dogs are alive, but they are getting old. are you interested in adopting some wonderful boys and girls? and no, i sold the motorcycle. i needed the money. it's still my preferred method of trasportation. well ... now it's going to be walking, i guess.
your friend,
amero
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