Dear Jordan,
Things haven't been going so well, have they? You thought you could change, didn't you? You thought you were God, didn't you? You think she hates you, don't you?
You did this all to yourself. You ignore everyone, just so you can play your little self-pitying games. You spout stupid, ingesting bs just to piss people off, so you can do it all over again. You put yourself in this cycle of masochism-nirvana, and you're too much of a p**** to pull yourself out.
People don't even matter to you! Why are you so desperate to stay human? They're all play-things to you. You're not even writing this because you're hurt, or want help; you just want to pretend other people care about your inhuman metamorphosis. But, hey, I don't care- I'm YOU. You can play all the little games you want, because we never have to stop you. You mean nothing to us.
You want to be God? Look at me; I'm the God you want. Detached, sadistic, nihilistic- would YOU die for this? God or human, human or God, that's the debate you're pinning yourself to, pretending it matters. Oh, I could end all the suffering, but... Morality! Yes, yes, I need morality! BS, you won't ever be this free, you won't ever be this happy, you'll just be stuck dreaming to yourself, to me, to us, to everything you always said you hated.
I can wait forever. I'm the conscience on both of your shoulders; I'm those very shoulders; I'm the brain in your fugly little head. I can drag you through the shit all day long, and you just tell me when you want it to stop. Somewhere along the line, you will die; why not make it sooner?
Signed,
-God
