Dear ellimelli,
It seems once a month something reminds me of you and brings me back to writing you these little letters. Oddly enough, this time around it wasn’t my prescriptions running out, rather I accidentally ran over a raccoon today.
For some silly reason it reminded me of that time you ran me over, then left me stranding in the middle of nowhere during a snowstorm. Such a silly goose thing to do. After all these years I still got tire tracks embedded in my flesh, no matter how many times I shed they keep coming back. Lmaooo so silly. Now I think about it, you even backed up on me… an accident surely? Sometimes the D and R in the car looks similar, and sometimes going backwards looks like going forward… accidents happen…
I’m going to spin the block and pick that silly little raccoon up, with some stitching and donated parts, I think I can fix him back up. Like I did you after that bizarre wood chipper incident back in 01’. So bizarre, if only you could remember how you tripped into it. Well anyway, I hope the psychward is treating you well and ain’t injecting you with too many booty juices!!
sincerely, ur beloved and soon-to-be departed.
ḧ̷̢͙̖̇̑o̷̭̩̲̘̺̬̙̍p̷̛̫͇̗̐͌̇̋̕͜e̴͓̔͆͛ ̵̝͉̒̄̈̚ỳ̵̗̝̣̪̟͜͝ò̷̫͈̑̓̃̈̇͠u̴̡͙̯͑ŕ̶͖̠̇̊̄͝ ̴̻͔̩̣͚̼̍͝e̵͎͗̇̀̇̀͌n̸̩͚̞̐͆͜j̵̢̥̦͎̥̇̓͌̃̚͝o̴̧̡̼̠͙̊̑͂̈́̀̆ẏ̶̢͎̥̱̈͌̒̆̕i̸̲̫͍̥̲̰̐͒̽̑͝͠n̶̖͚̹̯̦̮̪͊͠g̸̢̢͍̯͚̈̓̉͐͠͝ ̵̗̳̔y̴̞̳̖̻̫͕̻͋o̶̩̦͕͔̾͠ȗ̶̠̞͎͑͝r̷̤͚̗̱̼͔̐̅̓̒̈́̐ ̷̫̜̲̣̞͉̅̋̀́͋̐͊ê̷̖̱͚̦̺̰̅͆̓͊͘ͅl̵̨͎̱͉̔́͘b̴̼̿̓ȯ̴̱͈͓̟̊̑̊͜w̴̳̩̻̙̩͓͒͜͝s̸̺͙̺̮͕̹̓̆,̶̜̯̉̅͒̿͊͘ ̷̢̠͎͖̆͘͠ý̸̛̪̳͎͎͗͝ơ̸̦̣͚͜ủ̴̡̙͓͙̺̲̦ ̴̩̗͑̐͗w̸͙̪͔͕̪͎̦͋́̎̈͑̏͝ő̶͇͖͖̞̖̺͗̒n̵̰͆͋̈́̓̋͊’̵̛̛͓̻̘̓͑͊͝t̸̺̣̻̱͚̳͑̒̄ ̵̨͖̰͓̯͙̺͐̇́̀̃̕h̷̩͐̆̓͘̚a̶̢̢̛̮̫̞͊̃̑̊̔̈́v̷̛͈̰̭̝̌͑̿͑͜͝ͅe̷͔̮͙͓̝̦̅̀ ̴̢̯̫͖͐͛͋̽͜t̶͇̰̗̿͐̈́̚͘͜͝͝ͅͅh̴̬̙̍̋̓̾̂̇̋e̵̱̯̺̭͕̺͊m̵͍͕̫̭͔̓͆̆̽͐ ̴̠̗̉̍͒m̷͎̃́̔̀͛u̵̧̨̥͕͙͕̪̎̃̿̾̀̍c̵͖̦̼̼̫͕̆̄̅ḥ̸͙̠͎̜̥̳͗́͑ ̶͕̭̹͔̤̦̉̐̈́̾̚l̶̡̧̬̮̑́͋̂ơ̸̧̨͂͒͐̚n̴̡̤̼̪̰͠g̶̤͓̺̙͕̫̤͒e̴͓͈̘̅̀ŗ̶͚̮̱̀͌̀͝ͅ.̵̧̲̘̹̓̉͆̈́ͅ ̵̛̤̲̻̄
