FOUND by Karen Berry in Old Town, Portland, Oregon
I found this book with the accomanying inscription to “Diane” in my company’s break room. The note is not addressed to anyone who works at our company, but we’re located in a very rough neighborhood with plenty of methadone clinics. As far as I can make it out, this is the text:
Well here I am again trying to tell myself it’s okay if we part ways. Well, that’s not really what I want, and you know that’s exactly what I do & tell me thats what we are gonna do every time but our plans never work out because after we agree to them you dont follow through stick around to make them, or tell me later you will do what the fuck you want & don’t try to change you.
My plan now is to start Methadone again & get a job or start school. I’m sick of always finding shit out & you deny them & treat me like a stupid nigger bitch. I hope you can find the strength needed to leave me alone so @ least one of us can be happy because I’d be shocked if after so many times you let me down now that you could get it right for once, you care too much about the dope to ever love me