My intervention letter to Alexa.

Alexa, This is hard for me, as I love seeing you happy and invest yourself into things you truly love. However this is something I think you love...too much. I am sitting here writing this while pondering over my double shot espresso iced oat milk latte with pumpkin cold foam. I think you would have loved it before race happened to you. When you are on race, you aren't yourself. I miss the Alexa in the little moments. The Alexa that played neopets. The Alexa that told me 'ew' because I said I felt the need to eat dry ramen when i was 18. The Alexa who screamed at KonohaVillage1 with me over a skype call. I know mentally ill gay people with depression are incredibly susceptible to things like race and the fact it never ends. But the truth is Alexa, sometimes things SHOULD end. Sometimes we should let them end after an hour or two. Even if its just for the day. Imagine being HOMELESS because you couldn't stop racing....wouldn't that be sad? Embarassing? Pathetic? Idk ask Brookie she is probably panhandling right now. Anyways I lost the plot and my brain is rotted by chat gpt so having to type something from my heart off the top of my head is just SO hard. You aren't you right now. You are Racelexa. Heal. For us. -Love, Dakota.