This was a letter to a friend, I hope it will help you better understand where the alias FullySaturate comes from. Perhaps you can see past our initial misdeeds and follow this post with the connotation of your alias Eating_Scarlett.

Hello

I need to do a bit of venting, you don’t have to read this I don’t want to bore you. Just, you have always been there for me, you’re a good friend and right now there is know one who understands me better. I wish I had some one here to talk with, someone who can feel with me. I’m slowly destroying myself; every emotion, every thought, every breath I breath is being trapped within. All I need is to get it out but I don’t know how. This bit of venting will help for now, but it won’t suffice.

Frequently I find myself stuck in a cell with no doors, no where to go. I never seem to leave these cells, now practically an entire penal complex. Instead I redecorate and try to believe every thing is ok. More and more I’ve found myself jumping between cells, a prisoner of my own mind, if you will. Even still it goes deeper, a reoccurring pattern set off by ordered chains of events. I keep getting worse either I’m sinking or the ceilings are raising regardless I feel smaller.

Often, I turn off, all the walls lift up and I can see but I’m not really there. I’m still sitting in my cell looking for a door, do all I can to create one.
When I turn on, all the walls sink away as long as I’m fully saturated with something does not matter what or who. When I’m done or its over the walls return in there original state, door less. Sometimes bleaker and sometimes brighter but they always return.

I’ve learned to live within the confines of my cells and its killing me. I must escape, but how. Sometimes I hide the thoughts and feeling in a cell deep within my prison and feel as if I have forgotten. All it takes is the smallest of disturbances the smallest amount of reminiscing to throw back into even the deepest of cells.

Recently, in fact, last night I was ruthlessly hurled into a cell I’ve visited many of times. One of which, I thought I had fixed the broken knob and escaped into the brightness of day. But no, I’m in that cell now and its drearier than ever before. Its not so much the place I’m at that bothers me but that I thought I was through it and yet its still there and its gotten worse with my lacking visits. Are there other cells left neglected that I will one day be forced to visit again and will I be able to handle their darkness.

Thank you for letting me vent, it help a bit.

Your unconditional friend

Aaron S