My Plead

I believe I lost my sanity a long time ago.

How long?

I often wonder about that, too.

A few months? A year? Maybe a decade?

Perhaps I was simply born without it. Though, I prefer to dismiss that possibility.

I like to think that I’m recovering.

Is it too much to hope that somehow, some way, I’ve obtained at least an ounce of the sanity that I, throughout my existence, have had a perennial lack of?

…Sanity?

Does such a thing exist?

Well, if you’re going to continue giving me the time of day, I suppose I could, at the bare minimum, spare yours. This is me showing my appreciation for you. Nobody wants to end up as a broken, miserable individual like yours truly.

Consider yourself lucky.

Dear reader,

I have no desire for the finer things in life—money, fame, power, and the like—nor whatever else there is that I could possibly receive from you.

All I wish is for you to listen to my story.