Trust from a Distance

Before you read this, make sure you're alone.

If I try to make sense of this mess I'm in, I'm not sure where I should begin.
I manage to keep sane.

Now I'm in over my head, with something I said and did, completely misread what was meant, I reckon I may be better off dead.

Now I can see, how fake it all can be
All this hypocrisy's starting to get to me.

I am not sure who I am anymore, so I've simply decided I am me.

Forget me. Don't follow me. Don't find me. Don't mind me.

Just know that the Ancestors know that what I did was honourable.
For I did it for the lot of you.

Keep this to yourself. Only if a woman shows up called Nilda Meyrick-Amott, tell her. Only her. Don't even let the man I called a father know you know.

Swear it. Take this as my first and last proper piece of trust to you.

Burn this paper.

Now.