letters to a dead girl

my first mistake

dear horcrux experiment number 4,

i've obviously lost it. my complaints must not mean much to you, in a loss of sanity to life we both know which you'd pick. but all my famous intellect must be gone, down the drain with your muddy blood if i've somehow found it rational to write a letter to a corpse. a fucking corpse. rotting, ruined, and ravishing.

i express no apologies. my regrets are slim in life, but yours was always ill fated. your mindless words about death and beyond have gotten into my brain and started to rot it. rotting in a timely competition with your body in which we both know i will have to win even if it ruins me.

i always have to win.

our time together was short, and it still fucking ruined me. if i hadn't killed you myself i would curse you till the day you died. but maybe it was a curse for you, always knowing you were inevitably going to reach your end. and although i pretended we could bond over that, you were my means of avoiding it.

my means to an endless end.

rest in peace horcrux experiment number 4.

-tom riddle