I always sense a feeling that you never truly believed in me, and your last letter proves that. What do you even mean by a real job? Is it because you have a day job you believe the whole world should have a day job like you? It’s always been about you. It’s just impossible for you to see things from a different perspective. And please, I’m not incarcerating myself. I’m an introvert! And if you paid close attention you’d have known that! You always were so skilled at making me sad. I think back and I can’t spot a time you lifted me up. You were always the truth teller, the realist. Thanks for caring. Enjoy your real job.