Dear Journal:

Yesterday I was diagnosed Bi-Polar. It’s terrifying when you know nothing about a diagnosis. Is it deleterious? The thoughts sweltering through your mind sting. I must be strong. I can face the problem and conquer it. The aridness of all days shall not falter me for I will prevail. I will be assiduous.

Speaking of conquering, I’m sure my little toy is feeling a bit un-nerved. As I am afraid of the unknown, I see the same in him. His brute’s came to me inquiring about a letter. He gave me compliment, yet he knows nothing of it. True, I can be quiet eloquent with my words, but to think of something as low as him could formulate the perfect form of revenge is absurd. The boy doesn’t even know how to dress or type; how the hell is he going to be able to write like me?

Maybe this is the high; writing revengeful letters that baffle the minds of the ignorant. Psychology is so dangerous – it shows you how exactly to bring the foe to their knees. 30 years from now, it won’t matter what shoes you wore, how your hair looked, or the jeans you bought. What will matter is what you learned and how to use it. It’s not 30 years from now, but I’ll be damned if I don’t use what I have been presented with; the power of mind and discipline. The point of convergence ends here, ends now. I am exhausted. It really takes a lot out of you playing The Game, but it’s the way of life.

Respectfully Yours,

Dustin T. McCauley, Future Doctor of Pharmacology and Internal Medicine