Letters to an Optimist

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Yo B,

 I don't know what to say, or write.

That is probably the strangest, craziest, and weirdest thing, anyone has ever done for me.

Damn, I sound like a sissy little prick. Fuck.  

So I am a bad influence, good to read that. It means I'm doing my job, B. 

You should be happy, I'm helping you without you even noticing.

How? By showing you the worst in people. I don't want to bring your hope for a 'better' world, (babe, we all know you want it, no need denying anything) but it's not goint to happen. Thing change, for the worse, or for the absolute worse. There is no for better or worse. 

The person who said that must have been high, or had drugs or something. 

Are you on drugs? Its stupefying how optimistic you can be sometimes, or smart.

This whole project is still, and always will be; shit.

You can never make me change my mind about that. So, sorry to burst your bubble of odd happiness, but here's the truth, B.

It's not exactly being 'bad' (like how you phrased it, or how the cops call it 'Idiotic dumbass behaviour'.)  its correctly named 'Rebelling'. I'm rebelling against the cops, and their fucked up rules.

 Have you ever read the Hunger Games trilogy? 

Completely random, yes. But the series have a big part in rebelling. 

What did you hear about me, B? Tell me. It'll be easier to explain if you knew a little.

Maybe you should know something. 

Other than my  extreme sexy-ness (which you have the misfortune to not see, yet.), and my undeniable charm, I'm also an artist.

This may sound strange (fuck it, it will sound strange, but who really cares?), but I've been trrying to imagine how you look like, its frustrating B.

Very frustrating, Blanca. Very.

So, what can I say? You'll think I'm some pedophile that loves to imagine messed up crap. But it's different.

Why?

Cause its because I'm imagining of you, B. I want to understand you more, it might help you understand me, as well. 

Wow, that really did not make sense; did it?

Argh. This entire shitty thing is complicated. They aren't letting me out anytime soon, B. They told me that themselves. 

Perfect, right?

Just per-fucking-ect. 

Fuck this, I'm busting out of here. One way or another. 

NO FUCKING REFERENCE! I've heard the same one over a hundred times by a dozen people.

It gets fucking boring and old.

Whatever, this is confidential, B. 

Between me and you, only. The two of us battling assholes whom seem to deprive the goodness of an optimist.

Holy fucking hell, I'm turning into you.

Logan.

P.S. I've been drawing a few pictures of this person, whom intrigues (what the actual fuck am I writing? I think they have me on drugs or something, whatever it is, its shitty) me. 

P.P.S is there a thing as 'P.P.S'? Eh. Its good to hear your getting better. At least you can battle them fucktards healthy, am I right?  Thank you for forgeing the letters, and shit. I'm not good at this, I think you might have noticed. Damn, aren't these P.S' supposed to be short? Well, fuck that. We're all mad in the end, aren't we?

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:D I love writing in Logan's pov, idk why :D

So the one-shot info has been posted on the previous chapter! :D I really do hope many people participate in it, there ARE prizes for the first, second and third place! Please try it, I wanna see what you guys come up with! :D

Dedicated to kgpcatlover cause 'Not Exactly Romeo and Juliet' is awesome, I just started reading it, and I loved it! :D

Please tell me what you think, DON'T BE A SILENT READER! FEEDBACK IS GOOD! xD

I think I was drugged like Logan, idk anymore :p  well, HASTA LAVISTA BISHES! (lol, you guys aren't bishes)

Mack