|Ward Parry (comeoutcomeout) wrote in genome_project,|
@ 2012-10-03 23:34:00
|Entry tags:||josie allen, mail, october 2012, ward parry|
I'm not quite sure you've heard about me. Or maybe you have. I'd like to think you haven't though, because you haven't written to me. And you were, for the most part, there for me when we were young. I say 'for the most part' because at one point or another, you pushed me away. But what we had was really something. I still think about it after all this time.
I'm writing this to you from prison, as you might have figured out by the postage. It's part of my healing process, they say. I'm supposed to write letters to all the people I've wronged, and apologize. They say if I do this, and then go to a few more therapy sessions, then I can be released early on good behavior.
Anyways, I don't think I'm supposed to send them. I'm not sending any of the others and there's quite a few that I can't send. But I'm mailing yours because I think you deserve it. You deserve my apology and you deserve to know the truth.
I'm sorry. I think I ruined your life, and I'm sorry.
I'm not admitting to being responsible for Alan's death. Because I wasn't. He killed himself and that's his business. But I switched his medication for placebo. I was trying to make him look crazy so you'd dump him and go out with me. It sounds silly now. It was a crazy teenager plot that I fashioned, and I
I hope that one day you can find it in your heart to forgive me. And maybe let me meet