I received a letter from B today in the mail.
It was...not healthy. It wasn't so much a letter, I suppose, as a typed page of his ramblings.
He is clearly not healthy, and that makes me sad for him.
I think it was intended as a birthday letter. But wow...it goes on and on about Greek mythology, which I feel so guilty about. I was the one who taught him Greek mythology, and his mental illness just RUNS with it.
I don't know. I'm not as upset as I thought I would be. I'm more upset for him than anything else.
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