dear oliver,
screw the rules.
i’m coming to see you.
i don’t care if i blind
you. if i’m so goddamn
ugly that the nurse has
to even push me away.

i need to see you.

rose doesn’t talk to me
anymore. she says that
it looks like i need to
sort out my problems

before she has an
influence on me.

apparently drinking
at 3 am is a sign of
depression.

i’m not depressed.
i’m just sad.

apparently sneaking
in mom’s pills is illegal.
for the human soul.

why speak about soul
when you don’t even
have one?

i traded my soul for
knowledge. and i got
some.

i now know that i
love you.

quinn