December 23rd, 2024 - Revision

Dear TNY,

“Revision” sucks.

The language is tired and feels a tad boastful.

The narrative is boring as fuck.

None of the characters develop, and/or they never develop into something interesting.  Either way, they were all shit.

It was way too long with way too much backstory. 

And the worst part is that the biggest thing at risk doesn’t mean shit; like, why should I give a shit about the upper, upper class of people on earth with regard to education? What real fucking problems do they have?  This guy’s whole beef is the class of his degree?  Fuck my face, what a waste of ever reader’s time.  Sorry, I mean:  How relatable!!

I don’t care.  No more about this story.

I’m working on the box.  The year is coming to an end.  I’ve made it through another week.  The meds are fucking me up again, sleep-wise.  Too much this time.  I got my sister in trouble last night because she accidentally got super high (I got her accidentally super high) and we had a laugh fest in the kitchen.  That’s right.  She got in trouble for having fun.

Someone read my spirits the other day, if that makes sense.  There are many.  Many many many.  They are all talking.  All the time.

I’m still sad.  I check every day to see if she unblocked me.  My body hurts and I’m getting fat.  Gagging every day.  The anxiety is excellent. Also, I’m moving on, regardless of unblocking-checking.

And as you can tell, I’ve gotten boring.  I’m just not feeling anything anymore.  Other than sad.  Like there’s no hope.  The world outpaced me or I outpaced it, either way there isn’t room for me here.  I say the same things week after week.  I’m dumb.

I have to take some days in the near future to read all of this year’s letters so I can do the end of the year letter.  I’m sure I’ll have a lot to say about my life and little to say about your writing.  But we’ll see how it shakes out.

I guess that’s it.

Later.

Nick