To Whom it May Concern Lean Jane Pantorilla
To: leanpantorilla@gmail.com From: leanpantorilla@gmail.com Re: Pandemic Concerns To whom it may concern: First and foremost, I hope this message finds you well. I’m most certainly not. The past few months have been grueling, if not almost cruel, especially for us who can barely make ends meet before given the context of the pandemic. I imagine much has taken place during my absence a lot has certainly happened on my end, and no amount of excuses could make up for my lack of correspondence not that you’d give a fuck anyway. Still, I write to you in good faith, hoping you would grow a heart and a conscience that whatever force compelled you to open this letter… will be the same force to have you read until the end. I don’t even understand why I feel the need to explain this, when work and university are the least of my worries right now. My family is struggling, my mind is in shambles, and my health has gotten worse throughout the course of the pandemic. Honestly, my body would very much like to kill itself right now, with how bad I’m treating it. I wish I had a detailed report of every struggle I faced along the way, a financial statement to prove how bankrupt I am, and a medical certificate to justify why I can’t seem to get my shit mind together whenever I am needed. There’s no paperwork for grief, loss, anxiety, or breakdowns. After all, we don’t get paid nor do we graduate for being human. But rest assured, I don’t ask you to understand my situation. All I know is that you’re probably struggling too, in ways I can’t also hope to understand. This probably won’t be the first letter to find itself lodged in your mail, nor will it be the last. For both of our sakes, I hope it’s the latter.
I can’t apologize for doing what’s best for me, nor can I promise
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