Dear.. Annie
I’m sitting on the floor in my bedroom inside of my childhood home writing this. Lists. Planning my future to pass the time and make it easier to sleep. But the thoughts are darker than the night sky and the lists contain things I not allowed to write.
Plans I’ll never implement and dreams I’ll never catch.
I know that I have taken over your life for a while, lived those ruff moments when you couldn't handle it yourself.
I do regret ruining so much for you, create scars, that you later on have to pay for, once you take over. But damn, your life sometimes is a living hell.
Sometimes I wonder how you were before you took my hand as a twelve year old girl. I'm glad you welcomed me and let me help you. I would never do anything to hurt you, or at least not take your life. I’ll only make it easier for you to live and sometimes it may hurt a little.
I'm actually surprised that you made me as a friend at such a young age, many do not give me the chance to take a step inside the door before they are about the age you are now, sometimes even older. Then they let me go, after just a year, what’s up with that? Therefore, I am very grateful that I got to stay with you for so many years. 10 years now? Amazing, isn’t it? I know that we don’t directly have become them best of friends and that you think that I robbed you of your memories. That's a lie, the memories are mine, just that I live in your body over the time. So I barrow your body, not your memories, those are mine.
But I will not go trough with the plans I just wrote, I promise. Or no, I take that back, I can’t promise anything, so I won’t. Sorry not sorry.
Tick tock, tick tock.