Challenge
Challenge of the Week CCXXIV
You've checked out, had enough, are unplugging for a year, and heading off into a nice place in the woods with enough supplies to write the novel you've always wanted to, and to be alone. You've decided to email yourself a paragraph to copy/paste for all the texts you're about to send to your people before you drive off. What do you say? 25 dollars to the top recluse. Winner will be judged by likes.
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Relax
I’ll be gone for at least a year. This is me. You’ll know if it’s not me if you don’t hear from me in a year. Until then, there’s no use worrying, so don’t. I’m off to do the thing everyone always mockingly said I would do while not-so-subtly implying that I never would and it doesn’t involve literal suicide, so don’t worry about that, really. Since I promise to stay alive, promise me you’ll do the same at least for a year. I grace you with a farewell and you owe me as much. But enough. Be well. Be happy. Be good. Till soon.
Love,
Your Eternal Disappointment