To Whomever
Letter No. 2
To whomever
Thank you so much for your kind words; its people like you dear reader, who make this existence worth the hassle. Its people like you who make me glad I’m alive. You make me so happy dear reader.
I guess if you’re the type who makes this worth the hassle, it’s people like me who make it more hassle. I’m sorry for being a burden dear reader.
Recently people have looked to me for advice, I can’t help but find that amusing, and that they look to me for advice is quite bizarre. They all have severe problems, family issues, problems with work, and I just sit there depressed out of my brain, the only useful advice I could give anyone is to talk to people who are problematic, and give them all your love; don’t cast yourself down over minor incidents, as you are a wonderful and fantastic person, who just has too many problems. Perhaps you too have such problems dear reader.
I long have tried my best to serve others, although I know I’m of little value. But I’ve found that I’m a selfish creature at times, mainly towards those who need me as much as I need them. I psychologist would love me, I bet they could speculate on me for hours on end.
The blue sky is framed by the windows of my cell, I sit alone at the console, trying to console myself through you dear reader. The idea behind your existence is something of a comfort, and I don’t really know why, perhaps it is that someone else will know of me, perhaps I want to show off how articulate I am; perhaps I just want someone to think I’m more than I am. If I could paint a picture with words, it would be of a crippled old man; I myself am young, but my energy is only creative, and in this mindless self-expression I bring depression to all that are like you dear reader; but I still love you so.
Am I insane? Talking to someone who doesn’t exist outside of the consciousness of I and you dear reader? All I hope is that you take something from this drivel, perhaps knowing how not to act.
I’m looking up now, whereas someone outside will see the bright blue with silver, I see grey and black, within this cell there is little of worth it seems, but perhaps I’m being judgemental again.
Love
Hauteville the Suicide Kitty
Thank you so much for your kind words; its people like you dear reader, who make this existence worth the hassle. Its people like you who make me glad I’m alive. You make me so happy dear reader.
I guess if you’re the type who makes this worth the hassle, it’s people like me who make it more hassle. I’m sorry for being a burden dear reader.
Recently people have looked to me for advice, I can’t help but find that amusing, and that they look to me for advice is quite bizarre. They all have severe problems, family issues, problems with work, and I just sit there depressed out of my brain, the only useful advice I could give anyone is to talk to people who are problematic, and give them all your love; don’t cast yourself down over minor incidents, as you are a wonderful and fantastic person, who just has too many problems. Perhaps you too have such problems dear reader.
I long have tried my best to serve others, although I know I’m of little value. But I’ve found that I’m a selfish creature at times, mainly towards those who need me as much as I need them. I psychologist would love me, I bet they could speculate on me for hours on end.
The blue sky is framed by the windows of my cell, I sit alone at the console, trying to console myself through you dear reader. The idea behind your existence is something of a comfort, and I don’t really know why, perhaps it is that someone else will know of me, perhaps I want to show off how articulate I am; perhaps I just want someone to think I’m more than I am. If I could paint a picture with words, it would be of a crippled old man; I myself am young, but my energy is only creative, and in this mindless self-expression I bring depression to all that are like you dear reader; but I still love you so.
Am I insane? Talking to someone who doesn’t exist outside of the consciousness of I and you dear reader? All I hope is that you take something from this drivel, perhaps knowing how not to act.
I’m looking up now, whereas someone outside will see the bright blue with silver, I see grey and black, within this cell there is little of worth it seems, but perhaps I’m being judgemental again.
Love
Hauteville the Suicide Kitty
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Now I've done two... unless i come up with something, you be whomever! you give me a stimulus