Dear T2: I don't care that it's over. I don't care that you didn't like me as a friend either. **** you. You thought I was whiny and privileged. Go **** yourself. I didn't even want you as a friend anyway so don't flatter yourself. Go ahead and leave. Go on about your wonderful life. I hope you have a nice conventional life. I hope you help lots of children with Lego therapy. Good for you, you ****ing asshole! I hate you.

No, it's not true. I don't hate you. It's not personal. I'm jealous that you're so much more successful and well-balanced than I am. But so what?! I don't care! I know you're better than me. I know I'm failing at the whole life thing and you are not. Go ahead with your wildly successfully career and life. I don't give a ****. In fact I'm glad for you. I'm glad that some people can actually accomplish stuff and make the world a better place. It's a good thing. I put in my time. I tried helping. It's not my fault I couldn't keep it up. I did everything I could. I helped for as long as I could but the world chews us up and spits us out and I'm not that tough. I'm done.

So leave. It's okay. Go help people you have a better chance of saving.

Just remember that everyone can use a little mercy now. Even people like me.