02/07/15
Dear World,
Shut up. Just stop. I have no energy left to fight you. Stop annoying me and eating at my head. I really have no effort for this anymore.
I will not give in, neither will I fight back. Even the strongest generals have those days where they hang their head in discontent. I remind myself of an old friend, don't you think? It's been years but it feels like nothing. Friends like that will be with me forever, I hope.
But why don't I turn to them in this strange time of need of mine? Whilst your friends will always support you, they will seldom understand. That's the great thing about them. Despite not understanding, they still care. You really must commend them, wouldn't you agree? Thus you must declare your wellbeing with the thought of your amazing friends in mind. "I'm okay, I promise". Surely you must have seen it throughout the ages? The most amazing friendships, dynamic duos and persevering pairs! The fiercest of unions, the most loyal of leagues and the most caring of societies. All riddled with this one problem. Do they nothing to you that you still plague me so?
I am so little compared to you. Tiny... minute... microscopic even. I guess it would be possible in an infinite number of universes for one to lead me into a certain set of circumstances to feel this way.
Back to the subject at hand. Do you this this is a product of my own mind? My old friend, I'm starting to think so. I'm doubting everything, as I should. Well, I guess all I can do at this point is hope my state of mind is more positive soon.
I hope you are well but know that you are not. From what I've heard, you seem in a worse state than I am. Yet you do this to me gah... Keep hope, I say but you should be giving me advice really. Do you not feel that you owe it to me, after dealing me a most unfortunate set of cards? I know what you're doing. Indeed, you may have won this battle but you will win the war only over my dead body.
Expect to hear from me again soon with a change of disposition.
Kind regards,
Q.V.