To my little jellyfish:

Im sorry I wear off to quickly, i'll have to work on that one, yo. i realized the only reason im happy, is because im in equillibrium, there are no forces acting on me right now. but, it pains me to see you upset. i wish there was something i could do, but i cant just up and leave here (trying to change a flight in the bahamas is like trying to escape a fish trap... literally, impossible.) plus, im not so sure my parents would be too pleased. but, we cant just ignore the fact that your not happy. in fact, if you cried, you are really not doing well at all. i shall call you (when i think you are awake) for i have absolutely nothing to do (excpt maybe read god of small things, but i'll pass) until 2:00 when the new volunteers get here. BUT you must promise me, that even if everyone thinks your insane, or thinks that you are doing somehting bad, that if you feel its right, or for that matter, know its wrong but want to do it anyways, then you say "hey, fuck you im going to do it anyways" because i think that is why i am your prozac. because when you are with me together we run around silently saying that. you need to make a pirate costume, so when i get back we can sit on your dorm floor and say "yo ho ho and a bottle of rum" and be real pirates. arr. (because im going to try to bring back a bottle of rum)

love,
your prozac and your octapus (sllllup)