Dear Freak Staring Back In The Mirror,
I was allowed to be happy for fifteen minutes today. That's a minute a year so far... A pretty good deal. I'm not afraid. Just a feeling. Not even a sinking feeling, just an empty one. A feeling that something is there. I think I have an idea of what it could be, but chances are, I'm wrong again, like always. I need to find it... I know it's a purpose... And I live to find it.
P.S. - The angels are dead. I've prayed to a god... Any god. All gods.
I swore that I would forever devote my life to the god that have the mercy to take me while I sleep.
So I asked them, and they still refused me.
So I pleaded once more, and I still woke up to a seperate hell.
Does this mean I'm supposed to be here? Does it mean that they know what my purpose is?
I need your help, I need your help to find it...
This had been ink, as well as time, wasted once again. -J.M.W.M.
