Postal Violet

Do you want to know me? I still can’t get my other half back. There is nothing pure in this land. All this sadness is insignificant. I hope you like ice cream as much as I do.

My voice is so twisted. Human life will always be miserable. This body is the one of a monster. Of all the people I know, nobody really listens to me.

Why are we making a toast? Cold, ruptured words, alone in this land. I want to have happy days.