Dear Griffith,
I’m trying to wrap my head around Kant and Hegel and Rousseau but all I can think about is you and I, which is really stupid because neither you nor I have made any significant contributions to the world but, hey, at least both of us are still alive.
I don’t know why I’m writing.
My heart is pumping absinthe because I’ve run out of blood. It burns. My eyes burn, my lungs burn, my arteries burn. Everything is scorching from the inside out because I have a personal hell inside. I’m not sure if I’ve lost it. I’m not even sure I’m alive because it isn’t possible for humans to feel so vitrified all the time. You know how sometimes I trap flies inside of my glass at the dinner table? Well today life trapped me inside it’s giant motherfucking glass and all I can hear are the muted conversations around me. No matter how hard I kick, I’m in this glass alone, burning, consuming the little oxygen left.
I think about life and how maybe, just maybe, nothing actually matters. I mean Hegel could spend his entire life synthesizing and Rousseau could spend his entire life being romantic and making Marie Antoinette pretend she’s a farmgirl, so? Answer that Griffith, you have a fucking answer for everything…
Today I researched your name because I’m a sucker 
for semantics and because the thought of you is like an IV dripping with morphine. I learnt that Griffithsin is a type of poison which seems all to fitting, but I can’t explain why. I think it’s because you sometimes make the burning go away but I know you’re killing me. You make me feel exactly the way Griffithsin looks, all tangled and disorganized but perfect. I don’t know if you will ever agree to meet with me again, because I wouldn’t if I were you. But if you do, please know that I’ll try to make my breaths longer and that I’m not in life’s glass every day. Today is just a bad one.
(potentially but realistically) Love,
Aisling
Aisling A. 
Aisilng, I’m really sorry to hear that you’re having such a rough time! I just want to say that although the subject matter of this post is very sad and painful, your writing is absolutely beautiful. You have a talent for creative writing and it’s great that you have shared your thoughts down here. I often find that posting on my blog helps when I’m feeling low, and I hope it’s the same for you. I’m sending you huge hugs and I hope you feel better soon!
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You are absolutely amazing! I am feeling much better, thank you. I guess it was just one of those days when for some inexplicable reason you can’t seem to beat the sadness, do you have these too? And blogging about it does make me feel much better. Hope you are having a fantastic day
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I totally do have those days! They are the worst, because since you don’t know WHY you’re sad, you don’t know what to do to fix it. I hope you are having a better day today! I’m here for you if you want to talk about it ❤
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I am, thank you so much!
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