Dear Society,
So far, in my 13 years of living, I have found out you are nothing but a little speck of my imagination, your imagination, and everybody else's to be honest. But within that little speck of imagination that people have bestowed upon you, you have taken advantage of that. That little speck of imagination is now a full fledged government in my head. And that government that you have created, has now created a war. A war between you and reality, a war between my life and yours.
Because I have given you that little speck, you have changed into a monster, one that is living inside of me, you, and every other person that's reading this. But what you didn't know was that I was already a monster myself. One that didn't like not having what she wanted, one that will not lose a war that's against herself. So while you have fun trying to win something that you've already lost, I'll be waiting. Waiting until you show your true colors, the colors I see every day.
Love,
Little Me
DU LIEST GERADE
Dear Society,
Sachbücherso·ci·e·ty səˈsīədē/ noun 1. the aggregate of people living together in a more or less ordered community.
