Hello, you undeserving little girl.
How you doing? Did you miss me?
I'm guessing you remember how I work don't you, Emma?
I see that you're tired, and as a gift I know exactly how to blow your fears and insecurities out of proportion. That's what I'm here for.
A rather slithering void into your subconscious and believe me, I worked hard to get in that easily.
Years and years of cigarettes and alcohol and careless fun, and I'm what you'll get. Kisses from undeserving men made their way into your naive head, didn't they?
You won't exactly need to call me karmic balance, but I'll always be the one that tips the scale. The one that fucks you in the head, most of the time. I think it's fun, cause I get to know just how weak you are. And I feast on it, bury my face in your big, fat fears and I'm having a ball!
Now, Emma. I sigh.
I've long forgotten those days when you walked the paths of independence and damn weren't you good at that.
But now you are a soddy mess.
A puddle of sickening mess.
I exist because of people like you, now people like you is an ocean of misery and I have nothing more to ask for.
There's no fairytale for you darling, and its not even as if you've believed in them in the first place. No, no one will save you from your misery. It's a game you have to finish yourself.
You are alone.
I know you fuck up, fuck everything up. And you, you undeserving girl. You have no place in happiness.
Death is the answer.
I am the answer.
Now, I wish of you to take me. Slowly into your mundane life. Take me in lethal dosages and I'll finally give you the Nirvana you've been craving.
Cause it's only I who can make you happy.
And happiness is me.
