There is no easy way to write this letter, because it's like I'm writing it to someone who knows all my faults and understands me and it's strange to say the least. It scares me a little. In my head, you're basically me but you look better. You still have scars but to me they look beautiful. You're strong and calm, but also outgoing and a bit spastic. You don't need medication to keep you sane. You don't need anything.
People either love you or respect you, and maybe that's why I hate you. You are who I can never be. I guess that's why I want to, huh? Us humans and the follies that are our wants.
I almost want this to be a longer letter because I feel like you deserve it. Hatred and resentment could fill a book, but love? That is but a page.
-The Lesser
