That’s right! I’m talking to you! The envious bitches with nothing better to do than to wage war against others because you just can’t help yourself and all the hatred you carry, but are unable to control and unwilling to deal with in therapi. Exactly! All you bitches who’re not fit to admit your flaws, criticizing anyone who’s unfortunate to be fetched up by the focus of the binoculars of your narrow minds and your damaged personalities. Passengers of the bandwagon, the flock of sheep following whatever suits your already poisoned thoughts, the way of thinking you’re so unwilling to let go of; the idea that somewhere someone is a legalized doormat of your demons. A black sheep who stands out as an ultimate model of everything you despite about yourself, to be the scapegoat of your sins, your sorrows, your heartbreaks, your jealousy, your failures, your loss, your anger, everything you want, but can’t have, and everything you can have, but don’t want; me.
First of all: I don’t write letters to jailbirds because I get paid for it. I’m not a pen pal whore who offers my heart for money. I write letters because writing in general is my great passion, and I like the awareness I give when someone’s reading something I’ve written. I have their absolute attention for a few minutes. I can spend hours writing a letter, but it’s worth every minute, and I know it will be appreciated by the reciever. I bet some of the letters are read to pieces because they are that good. I know how good I am at writing. To those serving a sentence, a letter can save the day. Sometimes a life. A friend of mine whom I wrote to, and sent some comics aswell, while doing time, told me my letters made not only the day, but the entire month a little brighter in the boredom and dark sadness of being imprisoned.
Second: I don’t write letters to prisoners because I hate them. Are you fucking imbecile? Why the fuck would I spend hours and days and weeks of my life writing letters to people I hate? Wouldn’t that be an utmost act of cowardness to write hate speech to someone who’s locked up in a box? Do you really think I’m that vicious? Or is this just another reflection of your inner self? What kind of lowlives are you fucktards anyway? Is that what you think my writing is all about? Me hating everybody? Djeez! You’re in so much need of therapy I almost pity you. Almost! But I don’t! You need to be told the truth about what you are once and for all. You’re psychopaths! There! I said it! You’re damaged beyond repair!
Third: How the fuck can you know what I’m writing if you don’t fucking read what I fucking write? How do you know the content of my letters which I wrote on my computer if you haven’t read them? Are you bitches aware of how serious your crimes towards those I write to and me actually are? You’re fucking stalkers! You’re more than just stalkers! You’re criminals! You’re human scum! You’re your own worst nightmares! Nightmares you’re forcing upon me, and most certanly many others in your miserable lifetime on this godforsaken planet. You twats are the origin of the word bullying! You should be locked up yourself, and if so happens, I can assure you that no-one will write you as much as one freakin’ postcard, you worthless, despicable pieces of fucking energy vampires!
Do you really, deep down inside believe you can compete with someone who doesn’t even know, nor care about your narcissistic urge to rivalry to the extent that you’re commiting serious, not to mention unforgivable crimes? No-one can trust you! You’re absolutly not trustworthy! You have no respect for people and their boundaries, and what you do is nothing less than raping my mind, my heart and my soul. Just because you can’t restrict you’re boundless curiousity, you’re sickly jealousy, your insane need to control and hurt somebody, anybody. You should be condemned to forced psychiatric care, and the worst part of this is that until now the police denied me the right to report your ferocious abuse, you’re heartless violence toward my life, my mental health, my privacy, my freedom, my constitutional human rights. You might have misunderstood the term
FUCK THE POLICE!
It doesn’t literally mean fuck the police, you hateful sluts!
365 sober days 