Posted by Anonymous on 2013/11/14 under Uncategorized Dear Little Lamb, Mimicking sentiment and wisdom again, are we? We all know you are nothing but a sallow husk of pure anger and destruction. You bite at everyone who comes near you, only to sulk when no one is kind. How can you change yourself? You’ve tried before, –we all know that—but it failed. You cannot be anything more than the crude monster you’ve become. There is no heaven waiting for you just beyond the years of scholarship. You will not be set free once you graduate with a degree. It will be time to go down the rabbit hole again, soon enough, to be weighed down by work and debt. You are not suited for the free world. You are cattle; wanton to be controlled and herded by those upon glamorous steeds. Never will you find peace in the chaos that is your mind. Never will you find love in this world that hates you so very dearly. Never will you amount to much. You are worthless; the scum that muddies the boots of the Earth. It’s true, you know. You’ve always known. It would be so much easier if you’d silence yourself. Crawl back into that hole you fought so hard to emerge from. The world is no better where the sun shines. Lose yourself in nature and knowledge once more. Forget about human bonds. You’ve never been much suited to them. You’ve always been too spiteful, too cautious, to make any real relationships. And, when you bare your soul as a sign of congeniality, people have always run. You are not right for the world. Too odd and too strange. Much, much too strange. Come now, little lamb. Come back to where you were safe. Not happy, no, never happy with the loneliness that seeps within the depths of your mind, but at least safe. You are alone in a world where it is best to not be. Hide away in the comfort of your mind, which has grown very dark in your absence. Brush away the corpses of hope and husks of love. They are useless to you in a world that holds no value on your life. Retreat to knowledge, like Holmes before he was graced with the presence of a Watson you will never happen across. It is time to be who you truly are; alone. Court wisdom and grace, not sentiment and heartbreak. They do not care for you. No one but your family, whom are hardwired by nature to cling to you despite your lack of humanity, has ever loved you. Admit it, succumb to the tears, then move on. No one has any time for your sniveling. You are nothing to them. Hide far away where you will no longer bring blight to their eyes. Devote yourself to thought. You are the only one who will ever want to listen to the ramblings of your brain. It is time to disappear again. Sincerely,
The Part of You That Knows Best