Dear, Guess who. September 19th, 2014
16 days have passed since my last message to you was sent off, though time may have passed, my skin may have shed once or twice, but my mind is still well aboard the road to meeting you. Who are you? May i call you by your real name? I only know of you, in books, stories, even religion. However, all of my life I've been marked out of being accepted by my peers due to what is being said about me, So, I will not apply what i read onto my views on you, Guess Who. I only hope that when we meet, you will take me with you, and we can become friends. Valerie? She is no more, she noticed my condition, which is my personality making a drastic change, with me being much quieter, and my thoughts, more violent with less remorse for those i imagined applying pain to. I am aware i am far from normal, but i ask of you, Does it make me "too weird" to be enjoying these thoughts? And is it weird that i can't tell what i enjoy thinking about more, Inflicting pain on myself, or others?
My schoolwork has risen a bit since I've locked myself out of the binds of social media, though I never have contributed to living up to the standards of society. Relationships? As i said before, my love, Valerie, left me while i am a broken picture that is not beautiful in her eyes, but in my eyes? I am happy, With me being the sole controller over my life, that's all that should matter, correct? So many thoughts are swirling around my head like a tornado, am i hero, or villain? Am i a wolf in sheep's clothing? Or am i just a normal kid that has too much to get off his chest?
I guess when we meet, your friend can answer these questions for me.
Farewell Xavier Fox