We snapped, you know, We snapped much like before, though instead of running off like We always done before. You know exactly what We’re referring to, those journeys to far away countries. Leave the job, clear Our head, escape the madness. But this time, We promise to you, and more importantly, to ourself, that We’ll dive deep into this insanity and break through the barrier separating Us from Our visions, Our goals. Whatever they may be.
You know, We snapped. They fucked with Us, or better said, they’re gonna fuck with Us. Soon now, because they don’t give a fuck. All they want is to pay less and have Us work harder. Well, guess We could fuck ourself then. Hope you’re doing well, We pray they ain’t after your hard earned money. But honestly, if they ain’t then soon enough they will be.
Don’t wanna be a whiny moaning bitch though. So, here We are, writing to you, lost in a sense of madness, a particular stretch of mind. We gotta get out of this before it gets even worse. Though quitting ain’t an option. Ceasing this pursuit isn’t an option as much as leaving the job out of the blue. We’ve got these responsibilities, guess you could understand, you might have them too. Hope you do, those have been the most eye-opening, some of the best reality checks if We can name it that. We’re certain you’ve got similar responsibilities. Not of the same extent or effect, but likewise. The only difference between Us and most of the surface dwellers roaming this earth, We didn’t choose. For Us, life always has these special twists and turns awaiting unveiling. It’s the gift of present.
What Gifts.
Wonder if it ever gifts to you. Well, maybe, just maybe it’s a different kind of pressure pushed upon your daily flow. With you, and with many others it seems there’s this strange force trying to slow your acceleration in life. For Us, well, it’s an energy rapidly expanding, surrounding, and accumulating dragging Us as far as possible from the life We aim to attain. Sounds a little whiny and moany, though it is the truth.
We gotta do something about this, both the life We’re living and the way We’re thinking about it. Wouldn’t you agree? We’d agree, We’re agreeing. We snapped…
We snapped fucking bad. They’re messing with us again. And it is obvious, plain clear, We gotta do something about this, because the reason We’re here in the first place, once again, is through Our own actions, though classifiable as reactions to the history of Our own life. We took those routes, We made those choices, and the more fragmented, the crazier Our endeavors. You know, you’ve been a part of it, for some time. Not all of it, but some years at least.
Guess you’re the only one that gets Us, sort of, maybe, maybe not. But in the end, who cares? Would you care, truly, about anything We did? Asked the question many times, not only in your case, it goes about for every person that showed up in Our life, and definitely for those that stuck around and still remain in it. They always say, choose your friends carefully, they may break or shape you. Well, what if We do this shit all by ourself. What if We never ask for help anymore. Not that when We did ask there was any response. Don’t mind it though.
Explosion of Random Existence
Well, you’re one, one of the few We’d consider friend. Could reveal many examples to prove that point, though it would destroy the anonymity of this letter. Would never put you or anyone else in the spotlight. Yet, We believe if you ever come across this piece, you’d figure that this was written to you. Could say one thing that might hint at the notion. We’re considering adding two others of value onto the pile, and one of them wouldn’t even be able to figure it out, he wouldn’t even notice the subtle hints, you know, none of the hidden bits littered across these slathers.
Why this all of a sudden? Well, We snapped, they fucked Us, and this time, We’re gonna have to do something about it. That’s what this explosion of random existence led to, it cracked Our mind in a different way. It gave Us the energy to battle this extra stressor brought forth by the flow of others’ schemes. Well, you’d get it, We assume, because you’ve been through similar stretches in the life you’ve lived, though like we said before. That changed for you. Maybe you made it change. Yet, We pray that for Us this will never be the case. We thrive in these moments of the current’s alteration, to be dragged far away from that which We want, which We aim for. And some things join a pile of never-attainable dreams and others join the pile of magnetic goals, they pull Us. Much like writing itself. Not a day has passed since We’ve started this habit where We’ve thought about giving it up.