the nasty fungus
This is probably the last thing you’re going to read from me. I’ve got a disease, and the CDC won’t let me leave this island.
I don’t have any family…. it’s not like I have a bunch of people I want to say goodbye to. In a way, I wish I did… it feels so hopeless. I’m on this island, waiting to die of a goddamn fungus nobody knew existed.
I’m going to die, and nobody I know will care if I say goodbye.
I guess we all have that, huh? The knowledge that in the end, nobody really knows us. Nobody really cares.
Here’s the truth: I wish somebody loved me. Nobody does.
And you know what? Everybody’s right. I never did anything for anyone. I wish I had. I wish I could have done something that made a difference. It hurts. Feeling alone.
Anyway, Wendyphiles… yeah. I guess this is it. I hope you’ll miss me. I like to think someone will.