“If I die tonight its not because I want to but because I am cleaning black mold from the bathroom. James farmer is coming over tomorrow to help me move a king sized bed up the stairs, ha ha. I found the beer bottle in the closet and almost drank the last sip sitting in it. I have a yeast infection. I read all of wills journal today and cried, no one has or will ever love me like him and we are going to send each other shit in the mail forever. I am more sorry than ive ever been about not going somewhere today. I would have fallen in love with you and your family for simple beauty and a genuine pleasure of being in someone elses company for a while. Goodnight, Katie merritt. Your absence from this house is like pulling off my pinky toenail covered in fungus.”