Why

I want to quit my job.I want to divorce him.I want to tell my mother I’m done apologizing.I want to write to my dead father.I want to tell my boss what I actually think.I want to confess to my crush before Friday.I want to resign. For real this time.I want to tell my ex I still think about him on Tuesdays.I want to forgive my sister. Maybe.I want to tell my therapist I lied.I want to write to God.I want to apologize to myself at twenty-three.I want to uninvite my father from the wedding.I want to tell my roommate to move out.I want to dump him before Christmas.I want to tell my dad I forgive him. Even though I don’t.I want to tell the HOA exactly what I think of that hedge memo.I want to yell at a coworker in writing.I want to tell my best friend she’s changed.I want to fire my agent.I want to tell my mother I’m gay.I want to tell my kid I didn’t mean it.I want to tell the one who got away that he got away.I want to admit I lied on my resume.I want to tell my landlord to fix the sink or else.I want to quit the group chat with a speech.I want to tell my brother I miss him.I want to tell my sister I can’t keep lending her money.I want to write to my seventeen-year-old self.I want to tell my professor I cheated.I want to tell her I’m not coming back.I want to say goodbye to the dog properly.I want to tell my mother-in-law she was right.I want to tell the version of me who took the job that it was a mistake.I want to apologize without having to hear anything back.

The Wall

One honest sentence at a time.

Every line is the thing someone actually needed to say underneath the thing they wrote. Published anonymously, on purpose. The letters stay buried. Cornelius keeps his promises.

Quiet here.

The first sentence to land here will stay for a long time.

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