Mailbox

Name's palton.

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My room's not very filled up, just a bed, a window and well...

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The mailbox.

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I get a lot of mail, that doesn't mean much good tho, I mostly have three people who write me:

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First there's ███████, they bring me love and comfort sometimes, but other times well... It's too much for me.

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Then there's well... They never sign their carts, but it's clear by the envolture who is who, one always tries to make me see the dangers in my actions and the other one just... starts a fire inside me.

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Let me run you down through what normally happens:

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███████ writes me about something I did wrong, I disagree and the situation goes in one of two directions:

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I get another cart in the mail, saying how I should act and fight back... but this ends up backfiring, turns out it was all my head, I was wrong, I messed up, I should be sorry.

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The other option is to just give up from the start, keep all my thoughts to myself, not take the risk of hurting myself.

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But... I'm also hurting myself that way too, I guess it just hurts less when you're not hurting someone else in the process.

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It's been a while since this has been happening, it's started to mess with my mind, is it all in my head? am I going insane? am I right by defending myself?

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Who cares. It's better if I just sleep.

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Right?

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