This is a letter to anyone from someone. No names required, because nobody really knows anyone anyway. What is the point in having a name? The world is made up of strangers. Just a bunch of faces passing every day.
Sometimes we think we know other people, especially the ones we are supposedly close to. But if we really know them, then why are we so often surprised by the shit they do?
I'm just someone who tries to get thru the day. Hour by hour. Wondering "what's next?"
I have no control over my life. Everything I touch is poisoned by my anger. "What is coming down the pipe next?" Anyone who knows anything knows that if it hasn't come for a long time, you know you are fucking due for it.
Maybe today something will be different. Maybe.....
All the best,
Someone
