older and far away by Ameko-Shadowsong, literature
Literature
older and far away
Dear Eight-Year-Old Kid,
Gosh, what grade is that even?
Alright, listen up. I'm ordering you around because it's about the only control I have these days; and you're not going to obey anyway, so I guess I really don't even have that. No control over myself. That sounds about right.
Oh yeah - caught that, did you. That's right. Myself. This is you, some ridiculously few years in the future. I sound like a bitter old biddy. I hope you can fix it. Ready to listen now? I hope so. You were a good kid.
Alright. Here it is. The big reveal.
Life's gonna suck.
I know, right? Really encouraging. You'll look sideways at the next kid's "letter from
I am trying to get some stuff uploaded, but I'm having trouble with my files. I promise to have some stuff up asap, but right now I'm fiddling with my files.
the light glints off of the razor in my hand. sometimes I wonder if its worthy of the signifigance I give it. if I bleed will THEY see? will THEY care? will my blood pay for the sins of my fathers? or is it just a waste? I don't care anymore... I write help in my own blood as it pools on the floor...