Dear Journal:

Why must he play those games? My god, how ostentatious can one Induhvidual be? He drives me crazy with his pathetic antics, out bursts, and frankly, just the smirk on his pathetic face. He really churns the coal in The Game.

I have cards that I have yet to play. I will play them, but it’s all a matter of time and a matter of knowing your opponent’s move before he finds out yours. The Game. I talk about The Game a lot. To individuals, it’s an extremely radical way of looking at life, and to Induhviduals it’s just “weird.” I am a prodigy. I was forced to grow so quickly that my very strands of deoxyribonucleic acid just protrude in my demeanor, attitude, and way of thought.

Everyone thinks you’re a product of your environment. Well, in that case, I guess it’s true for me. I am the product. Damaged, defected, and sarcastic with witticism laced into every part of me. I am the ugly. I am the bad. I am the unforeseen. I am what you cannot imagine I could ever be. The Game has made me the Board Keeper; I hold the key to the entire game and leave the rest of the Induhviduals to catch on later. Even individuals cannot comprehend the importance to this tactical way of averting antagonistic attention from my adversaries. I play them like pawns; expendable and easily replaced. I use them for every drop of blood they’re worth. I toy with their minds and their hearts. I am the bitch they call a savior. How can you look into my eyes and see a caring individual when I look into a mirror and see nothing human? I have no warmth to me. I have no liveliness to my being. I am just a thing; a noun. That’s all I am, or rather, that’s how I see my self. Others… I just don’t know; they must see something in me that I cannot. Maybe that’s a good thing, but then again, for every good move, The Game leashes out a bad move that winds you up in a trap of torment, frustration, fear, and anger.

Journal…do you understand the concept of Induhviduals versus individuals? Probably not, but who cares? You’re just an electronic document on my computer. You’re either a one or a zero. There is no in-betweens. An Induhvidual is inferior to the individual, but I cannot declare who the ones are and who the zeros are. They just are and that’s the way The Game intended it to be.

Respectfully Yours,

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