Dear Aaron,

                         Jeez, I think you need a holiday. It sounds like these 'shadows' are pretty unbearable (a bit like your criminal free therapist, am I right?) and they're ruining your life...

Just to be clear, your 'power' isn't some shitty metaphor you came up with, right? Like the nickname you gave me? Are these 'shadows' your guilty conscience telling you to put on your big boy pants and face what you've done? I have no clue what's true or not, since you like to be so cryptic with your 'deep metaphors'. 

You've tried to kill yourself? Aaron, that's not going to help anything, trust me, I know from personal experience. It just makes everything take a right turn into Shit City. 

I am not pushy! You have a deadline is all, and I'm just encouraging you to reach it. Yeah, that's a lie, even I knew that was too much bullshit in one sentence. 

If you want to get to know me, fine. It's your loss. Know that I won't be able to wipe away your man tears when you hear I died. And of course milk squirted from your nose, I'm a very humorous person. 

Seriously, I know you're avoiding telling me what happened. I'm making it my life's mission to get it out of you, which isn't saying much considering, well you know. 

From,

           Agony. 

P.S I knew you weren't even close to normal when I saw you nicknamed me Agony. I mean, what kind of person does that?