Purge your grief

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Pargon

霜ばかり / 春待ちわびて / 灰の空
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Dec 4, 2018
This isn’t about anyone here afaik. But I’m not the only one who’s been hanging onto something they shouldn’t. The toxin you’re taking doesn’t care whether or not you think you should be taking it, its job is just to kill you.

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Dear Rachel,

I’m glad you’ll never get to read this. I’m glad you’ll never know how badly I treated myself over a mistake that I made that you were only ever the victim of. I’m glad that I can live in the very real possibility that you haven’t thought about me in decades, that in all likelihood what happened to you when you were a teenager you didn’t allow to define the entirety of who you are.

I’m sorry that I treated you so badly. I wish I’d been a little more mature than I was to see things how they were, to realize that you were a new kid to the school just like I’d been a year before, and nearly a half dozen times before that in my life. That I was bending to peer pressure from people who didn’t deserve the weight I gave to their opinions. That I was dating someone who may not have ultimately been good for me, but who was good. I’m sorry that I treated a human being that way. You didn’t deserve anywhere near treatment like that.

But that has to be that. I can’t keep acting like what I did made me less than human, or that it characterized me, or that I was some monster stomping on someone good in the world. I was a stupid kid, who did something stupid that hurt someone else, and because of how I was when it happened I took that and put it so close to my heart that I let it poison me. I beat my own brains and soul against that for so long that I convinced myself I was that way, and therefore wasn’t deserving of the things I believe all people should have. I have to set this down. I have to let the wound heal. I can’t go on anymore, refusing to accept good things and kindness. I’m too old and tired to keep living this way. I don’t want to be subhuman. I just want to be a person.

So this is me, setting down the stone. This is me, accepting that the apologies and the talks we had afterward may or may not have settled things, but that my wounding myself over and over doesn’t help you, and it doesn’t help me. And if you’re anywhere near the kind of person I remember you being, you wouldn’t want me doing this to myself. And if you’re not that kind of person anymore, then maybe you’re not worth 30 years of self-hatred. So either way, it’s time. This is it.

I’m forgiving myself now. Thank you for only ever showing me kindness. That part I won’t let go of.

-Pargon
November 18, 2025
 
It's been twenty-one years since we last spoke. I keep telling myself that part of my life is over and I can't hold onto it anymore. We're adults. High school isn't supposed to matter once we graduate. But I still miss you, and there's times I wonder if you miss me. God willing, we'll get to speak to each other in person again, and I'll be able to make up for not hugging you before I moved away.

You're still the best friend I ever had. Probably ever will have. I don't think anyone's going to replace you in my heart. And that's okay. I hope you're doing okay, buddy.
 
I have cried myself dry; I have screamed myself mute. I will strive at you until my very soul has worn away to nothing. Only then will I find peace, unless you return the quesarito back to the Taco Bell menu.
 
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Wish I didn't finish you yesterday.
 
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