tumblr entry #6 - Dear Agony Aunt
"Dear Agony Aunt: A Lot in Common"
Disclaimer: The character, "Lucy Morningstar" will be representing me, the writer of this prompt, assuming that the noun, "agony aunt", meaning a person who writes an agony column, is my aunt in the story.
I hear you've been quite a talk in Upprite City (the city where repented people go) spending your time in counseling, helping them heal out of agony and alleviate their worries through therapy sessions; things here have drastically changed, since you left Sin City, but before you ask me about anything, I want to tell you something Auntie A, something about my... concerns... and agony.
2 days after date of sent letter of pleasantry
Thank you for replying back to my letter.
I know I'm not someone to worry about things, I mean, I'm Lucy Morningstar, "the" devil's daughter. But this time it's different, I remember walking rampantly through the halls of our school towards the lunch area, because Ms. Smith had done it yet again, the overtime she's so fond of, and my stomach is "not" having a good day.
As I was on my way, I think I got hit by a hefty, quite a debonairly man and somehow knocked me off to sleep...
The deepest, darkest thoughts have corrupted my entire siesta that somehow told me of my current sitches, one is whomever this man that have taken me down from my uprightness and mission to quench my tummy's hunger, I'll make sure he'll know that he had interfered with the lightbringer's daughter and if not only the people around me with their feet not lengthier than Filipino foot size, 9-10 are in my way to reach my destination.
But really, some things occurred in my head like it was real... first and foremost is my relation to my father, that because he's the one to blame for human's immorality, I am being called out as one too, now I understand why father is so problematic about it; another thing is that some human named Dianna Enchano... err, wait, Ecahno? Oh no, oh! Echano. Sorry, people who often write and read her last name is rather vexing, I mean, it's not even that hard to read. Anyway, she had embarked a part in my existence and mind, that she and I had a lot in common, for instance is that we're both being body-shamed for having such slim forms, people might not be insinuating it, but she knows what they truly mean behind their, "just joking" one-liners.
Another is living up to people's/my world’s expectations, Dianna and I just got our grades on the same day, and we are in grieving right now for we know we had done it all, gave our best and actually did what we had in our energy but that's just not enough for people who, I think doesn't even know how to do these things we'd done for them and of course to my parent's prospect, for me to be fulfilling my vile existence in the world, because come hell or high water, emphasis on hell, as the only child will be the next ruler of the underworld.
Avoid saying things out loud that are rather offensive, this I'm sure, shows my regretful attitude not only because I said it but also for hurting people even if it's not intended to hurt them; and I've watched Dianna, blunt and honest as always, fail a friendship just because of being like it (straightforward), that's really painful, she's cried herself to sleep, since then, she was being vilified sub rosa. I mean, those things had just slipped out from our lips because we intend to let them know of our non-sugarcoated insights thinking it might help them realize something far more valuable than leaving a good thing.
I've come to an end, conceiving that the insecurities, pleasing souls/people, and harsh blunting are screaming out of concern, and you guessed it... agony.
I had just woken up this morning Auntie A, and I hope you'll help me understand and teach me on how to make me a better daughter, I want to make Dad proud, also I want you to reach out for Dianna, albeit I want to be able to go to her, I don't have the capability that'll be needing Dad's consent first to let me do so, I want you instead, to be an instrument to alleviate the pain.
By the way, the man who bumped into me was Uncle Torturo, who just came back from earth after some kind of assignment Dad sent him to do; after the very moment I woke up, I know he made sure to be there, because he was in impeccable attendance when I did wake up, he told me that he was actually looking for you, blabbering about you non-stop and something about not replying to his letters. He was practically frantic every time he talks about something that has relevance with you... really Auntie A, what is it that Uncle's so worried about?