We don’t understand eachother, even though we used to be so close when we were younger. Thinking about it makes me a little nostalgic. I’m wondering, how do you feel about this? It’s hard to tell since you barely show any other emotions than indelible wrath for humanity. Your expression remains cold, but I’m well aware of that fire burning inside of you. It reminds me of myself a little and I can only belittle you for it sometimes. What a dull existence you are leading.
But enough of that. I actually meant to apologize for our less pleasant encounter, because I really didn’t mean to hurt you so bad. I hope you can forgive me for what I’ve done to you a few days ago. You seemed to have survived just fine and even though you provoked me enough to injure you, I feel more than just simply responsible and I want to formally apologize my actions in this letter, even though there's actually no excuse for how inhuman brutal grotesk grotesque and disgusting my actions were. As I already said, I hope you are able to forgive me, even if I don't really deserve it.
P.S.: this envelope is heavier than your average one since there's a small present with it that is supposed to soothe your anger just a little
P.P.S.: yes, it's a crystal splinter and no, I'm not kidding when I say I spent an hour with trying to pry it off my arm
P.P.P.S.: I still have a hole in my forearm from it, you better fucking appreciate this gift