Letters to an Optimist

xxiv

Blanca,

Hey, B.

I know.

They told me, I refused to believe it; I punched both the cops who told me in the groin. Well, I kicked. No way in hell am I giving them the honor of having their penis' punched by my fist. 

B, why didn't you tell me sooner? I could've understood. I'm not that much of a fucktard, you know?

Blanca, why do the worst things happen to good people? Its something I never understood, something that is fucked up in this world.

Bad luck just loves people, doesn't it?
Oh, and misery--being the loveable bitchy girlfriend, follows her boyfriend-- loves people even more. 
I'm miserable Blance.

I want to read a stupid remark from you, or at least some shitty hippie line somewhere. Why didn't you tell me?

Stay strong, babe. Keep fighting till the end, I'll do the same as well. We'll fight together.

Us against the fucked up world, eh? Sound good? 

Blanca, I wanted to ask you another thing.

How long?

How long where you sick? Cause the cops told me you've been sick for seven years... is that true? I don't believe a word they say, I'll only believe what you say.

Hey princess? I think you should know a few things.

One, Twink is my cousin.

Two, I've drawn three portraits of you, I feel like a pedophile because of that.

Three, I miss you.

Like, a lot. I've been even more pissed that usual at life. I've sucker punched three gaurds, and almost hit Twink. But I didn't, you know why?

Wait, you can't answer me,  can you?

No, you're stuck in a fucking coma.

I didn't hit her, because she reminded me of you. I don't know how, but she did. 

I guess it's the fact that she believes in me, or the fact that she was a milimete away from crushing my groin. I don't know. 

But I'd never hurt Twink. I swore to her once, it was a promise  still abide by.

What is wrong with all these fucking words, I'm writing?

It's not me, it's... it's the pecil, its spewing out weird yoda shit. Argh, Yoda was smarter than my shit.

Are you Yoda? 

Cause Yoda died alone, I don't want you to die alone.

Or die, don't die on me, B. Can you promise me that?

Bloody hell, B. You're making me turn into a kid again, asking if his mother will give him something, even he knows is impossible.

Bye, B. See you later, love.

The Pessimistic Prince

P.S. Your brother visited me, and when he told me. I believed him, because I know he loves you.

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I'm sad :( don't wanna end this, but I have the perfect ending :p (i hope xD)

Mack