A letter to Life:
Dear Life,
I can't believe I've never before realised that I was such an extreme optimist.
Throughout my life, I've confidently relied on incredible amounts of luck and coincidence, (to the point where I find it to be evidence of the grace of God acting in my life,) to get to where I am today.
And it has created in me an illegitimate and unshakeable hope that will inevitably cause unknown amounts of self-destruction which have only recently come to light.
As I have finally come to understand this, may I begin to work hard and earn the life that has been laid ahead of me, and in doing so, attempt to stem the flow of self-destruction that I await in the near future due to my past inequities.
Thanks for understanding,
Jason
PS: I guess I can see why I am not dead just yet.
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Anyway,
To my friends,
I truly apologise for being such a slacker, it probably didn't help to see me through high school with my sad excuse for a student passing VCE and getting 95.25.
Cheers,
Jason [again, obviously]
PS: Should I be optimistic about curing my unhealthy optimism? Catch 22(?) :<