Letters to an Optimist

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Yo B,

Damn it, you're right.

See what you're doing? It's infuriating sometimes. Okay, every time you do that weird trick.

I don't know what it is exactly, but you sound so... old? No! Not old, I meant, old-fashioned. 

With the big words you sometimes use, its strange.
You're 18, right? Not 88. I'm just kidding.

But you seem so... I don't know, innocent? You don't swear like a normal teenager, and you seem to always care about other people.

It's strange. You never see or meet anyone like you. No-one gives a fuck, B. No-one. 

Not the cops, not society and not even parents.

I'm not saying that my parents were the shittiest excuses for parental guidance. (Damn, I'm turning into you!) But they were.

I'm saying is that, eventually everyone gives up on you, and loses hope and if they cared for you before. You'll just be like a bug under their boot, B.

In this world we've got to fight, we've got to be cold, and stoic You've got to be emotionless.

Survival of the Fittest, ever heard of that theory? It was Darwin's.

People called him a madman, but in retrospect, aren't we all mad?  

Just like the Hatter. He was a madman, but a good man. Right?  
So why can't we all just be mad? Wouldn't it be easier? Not having to care if people call you things, or when the worst situations seem to always find you. You'd just be lost in your own mind.

What would happen if we were all mad, B?

I know, something crappy would be the answer, but still. Can't there be a small glimmer of hope in the thoughts of a madman?

Logan.

P.S I hope you get better, B. Keep kicking those bastad's asses with me.

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This is by far my favorite chapter! I don't know why. I just loved writing this :D

Please tell me what you think! 

Dedicated to northbynorth, cause all her stories are perfection.

Mack