I'm not looking for praises or anything, just what you think about a person who writes such a thing, mentally ill? or just angry? what's your opinion about the letter in general, note that my native language isn't English so I'm not counting on it to have any literary value whatsoever. i apologize for my language in some of the lines in advance.
oh, and one more thing. would you see in me, after much more practice and reading of course, the foresight of ever becoming a writer? although i probably have to tone down the angry by then :D
From a fighting person in love, to all that’s evil in general.
There’s nothing to write about. At least nothing you would enjoy. You, dear person, enjoy flowers and smiles, stories of sunny days and delightful events, with a cherry on top. Well **** you, go get it somewhere else, I have no smile for you today. Saying my life sucks would be to easy for you, wouldn’t it? Ah, again one of those people, a consumer of life, not able to live it up, to ignorant and weak, unlike us, the strong people, not able to handle life. Well **** you again, because my problem isn’t that my life sucks, my problem is that the sucking of your life is so fuckingly high and that you, dear mister person, in the event of don’t having a clue of it, keep making mine harder for me. I love my life, I love that I’m alive, most of all I love the love of my life. If you weren’t here, if you would be so kind as to stop being such a fool, my life would be perfect. But no, you scoundrel, you keep rubbing your nose in my personal life, jealous as you are, for the mind-numbed parrot you’ve been living with for 30 years can’t even satisfy you as far as what’s in your pants, that you can’t help but trying, as if it would help, to soak your pathetic little mind out to find a way, any way, by any means, to make my life worse. Because you are jealous, yes I’m not afraid to say it and I’m not afraid to be criticized, you very certainly have any right to be jealous, as for that. Why wouldn’t you? I’m young, I’m strong, I might know a lot more than you do, but most importantly, I’m not alone. I have someone beside me in every aspect of my life, however hard it is, however hard you make it for me, I can stand it through, WE can stand it through, and you will never be able to understand love, because your self-centered, pathetic little mind filled with hatred for everyone but yourself would never let you to. And therefore you steal my money, our money, eager as you are to see my smile fade. Well what a big **** you received there when you saw us stronger than before living our life and loving even more. You try to intimidate me, show me how much smarter you are, how much more you’ve achieved, hard one was that, I have my weaknesses and you were sly. But, you underestimated the power of us, I passed and you were furious. Humiliate my other me, you did, ow how coldblooded you are, you know so well how hard he works, how much he tries, you’re a scoundrel, you feed on the sweat and tears of people like us, the people who deserve to live, because we are for real, in one word we are the good people, and you know that very well. You do whatever you can, you. We don’t break; try to know that very well as well. And **** you farewell.

