I wrote this letter about 2-3 months after #1. That would make it about 9 months old.


My love,

Lost I am. In my own emotional jungle. These fucking
squawking birds are driving me crazy.
There are beautiful waterfalls, that would seem perfect
for bathing. Though, when I am done and I exit the water
I am covered in blood. Being covered in blood is not
my biggest problem. The bugs that are attracted to
it are. As you know I have never been fond of leaches and
other blood sucking parasites. As of yet I have found no
way of keeping them at bay, other than keeping my own
dirty secrets to myself and not washing them away in the
falls.
While harboring my own filthy lies and secrets is painful
at best, I find the bugs and leaches to be far more
repulsive than my own pathetic guilt. I have come to
understand that these are the breaks and we must all pay
the price to own free will.
However, I have learned that the lesser of two evils still
remains to be evil. A valuable lesson indeed!
I have also come to the conclusion that I have no desire
to own a goddamn bird, should I ever find my way home...

To be yours always,
Alter Me Ego