Warning to the reader: if you’re taking it personally, then that makes the two of us.

FUCK YOU BODY. FUCK YOU HEALTH. FUCK YOU MIND.

I am so done with you.

I have been trying to help you in every way that I can and you keep on resisting as if I’m your fucking enemy.
If you wanted to convey some kind of a message, if you wanted to tell me something important with this illness, you would have done so a long time ago.
I’ve been listening. I’ve been trying to heal you emotionally. I’ve been trying to heal you psychologically. Physically. I’m done.

That stupid brain of mine that’s been making my life miserable ever since I discovered I had it, well, if you’re trying to make my body ill to the point of no return, you will literally have NO BODY.

And I will continue on living. I will find another body that will be fucking grateful for the life that a soul can give to it. I will find a mind that will not be fucking miserable and feel sorry for itself.

You will never win. If you think I am your enemy and target, you will never win. And I will. I don’t care, I’m a soul, I’m eternal. In the grand scheme of things, you will never win.

Ego is not eternal. And I am here to help you, and all you do is treat me like a piece of shit.

You are great, you are an amazing thinker, you could do so much with your power to make a difference in this world and become immortal in the lives that you could touch with your wisdom and insight.

And all you are doing instead is trying to run us into the ground with overthinking, overanalysing, making us miserable, ill and depressed.

If you’d rather live in fear and hurry to end things, then HONESTLY, so BE IT.

If you want to fight me, find a flaw in me that would excuse you from taking action, then you can.

I will not fight you any longer. You are pathetic and childish. You are a total fucking loser.

If that’s who you want to be, then be it. It’s none of my business any more.

I will just patiently share this property with you for as long as I can. Knowing that all your complaints and whining are pure fucking nonsense. You don’t want to be helped. You want to be a victim. You want yourself and others to feel sorry for you because your stupid sensitive ass is too afraid to deal with the harshness of the world.

Well, guess what, nobody cares about you. Well, I did, but you pushed me away.

The never-ending loop of sadness is an illusion you’re painting for yourself because you’re too much of a loser to face your fears.

It’s impossible to love a victim. Victims only want blood. Suck you dry. If you are a victim, then go fuck yourself. Stop fucking with me.

All my life I’ve been there for you to offer you union. I’ve been trying to show you all the great things we could’ve achieved together. To guide you in the direction of fulfilment, happiness and freedom.

But you’d rather sit in your fucking cave and cry for no reason, for unbearably stupid-ass reasons you’ve made up to excuse your sorry ass from living a full life. You do know there are millions of strong minds out there, who really do have something to complain about and they CHOOSE NOT TO. And you CHOOSE TO.

I am not you and you will never make me identify myself as a chronically ill, depressed and lost victim.

I am a winner and I will win with or without you, and while we’re both here, you can still decide – note that I will not be convincing you any longer.

Cold regards,

Your fucking soul.