
Tabbah 26th, IY 7789
Nerdywell is an absolutely detestable hag! I've no clue how such a querulous beldame became part of the Mother's clergy, or why the fuck she's a Prelate! I don't even care about her utterly nonsensical bullshit regarding myself, because I'm used to that, because everyone in these cabinets is utterly insane and blind to all the labor I do... But insulting my colleagues? Calling them "useless furniture", and then trying to paint that as a complete misunderstanding originating from me, even though everyone else in the room heard it regurgitated from her disgusting lips?
And then Vellum had the gall to say that "both sides were out of line"... What a spineless coward! I don't give a shit if you want to marry her, which I don't understand at all, either, if your wife-to-be acts like that, you should recognize it, and apologize, and force her to apologize, too! Me and my colleagues labor endlessly to keep this sanatorium running, and what do we get? Her insane cabinet constantly insulting us, just because a single individual cannot handle each and every task! Like, they're genuinely offended that nobody wanted to help a drunkard build a castle in the clouds! OH MY, I WONDER WHY THE FUCK THAT IS THE CASE?!
Having to pretend to like, or even tolerate, these richsters is the absolute worst! I hate it, so much! They do not appreciate anything at all you do in reality, they only pretend to do so when it's convenient! FUCK YOU!
I can't wait to leave. I really, really, really can't. And these utter monsters, they'll probably fill the bellows with how they're sad to see me go... Oh, who am I kidding, no, they won't, because there won't be any benefit in it for them anymore, no little ragdoll to stab in the heart repeatedly... It'll just be people that actually care, at least on some level. But how many people like that are there left here, anyhow...? Not many. I guess that's a blessing in disguise... a shit-covered disguise, granted, but still... because I won't have to write to countless people after I do leave.
Writing to people you actually love is much more pleasant, anyhow.
And then Vellum had the gall to say that "both sides were out of line"... What a spineless coward! I don't give a shit if you want to marry her, which I don't understand at all, either, if your wife-to-be acts like that, you should recognize it, and apologize, and force her to apologize, too! Me and my colleagues labor endlessly to keep this sanatorium running, and what do we get? Her insane cabinet constantly insulting us, just because a single individual cannot handle each and every task! Like, they're genuinely offended that nobody wanted to help a drunkard build a castle in the clouds! OH MY, I WONDER WHY THE FUCK THAT IS THE CASE?!
Having to pretend to like, or even tolerate, these richsters is the absolute worst! I hate it, so much! They do not appreciate anything at all you do in reality, they only pretend to do so when it's convenient! FUCK YOU!
I can't wait to leave. I really, really, really can't. And these utter monsters, they'll probably fill the bellows with how they're sad to see me go... Oh, who am I kidding, no, they won't, because there won't be any benefit in it for them anymore, no little ragdoll to stab in the heart repeatedly... It'll just be people that actually care, at least on some level. But how many people like that are there left here, anyhow...? Not many. I guess that's a blessing in disguise... a shit-covered disguise, granted, but still... because I won't have to write to countless people after I do leave.
Writing to people you actually love is much more pleasant, anyhow.