dear whoever,

Dropped something behind my dresser while I was getting changed today, and when I shifted the dresser to retrieve the item I found this note, torn and stained and crumpled into a small dusty ball:

Today I realised that I have never been truly happy. Whenever I think that I have been truly happy, there has always lurked, in the recesses of my mind, the fear that unhappiness is just around the corner.

Whoever wrote that must be so embarrassed he wrote that note. Whoever wrote that must have been such a drama queen. Whoever wrote that had too much hormones surging through his juvenile psyche. Whoever wrote that had no other priority than sex and other people's approval. Whoever wrote that did not realise he had the ability to go and do something about it. Whoever wrote that was lying to himself constantly and using insecurity as an excuse for self-enforced isolation.

Whoever wrote that was just scared.

Whoever wrote that still is.




Damn you, whoever you are.