Letters to Flippy L.1

Dear Fliqpy (technically me),
             
             I have something to say to you. I cannot say it to you in person because there's so much to explain so I'm writing it in a letter. Do you know how I feel with you in my mind? I feel your presence every day and you never go away. Sometimes I forget you exist and get caught off-guard when you take control of my body. You wait until the perfect opportunity comes to you. Let me give you an example. Pretend my body is a car and I'm the owner. You're some sort of a robber. I drive my car every day and you watch me drive it. Then all of a sudden, I fall out of the car. Then, you come in, hijack the car, and drive away. You have stolen so many things from me, which is why you're a robber in the example. My life, my friends, my happiness, my freedom. The worst part is that you don't care. Surprisingly, I don't blame you and I don't hate you. Why? Because it's not your fault. You were designed to kill. You don't have emotions or feelings other than rage. You weren't made to feel sympathy or love or happiness, although you're happy when you've caused someone's death. When I was hiding in Sneaky's body, I felt weak and feeble. I would have never made it out alive if you weren't born. On that day, you saved my life. Sometimes I say that I wish you were never in my life. Sometimes I say I wish I never had PTSD. Sometimes I say that someday I'll find a way to kill you and make you disappear from my life. Everything that I said that falls into that category is a lie. I can never ever get rid of you. You are me and I am you. I might not want to believe it, but eventually I'll have to face the facts. You are the strong, brave, fearless, murderous part of me and I'm the nice, patient, helpful, weak part of you. You are the repressed memories I still have of the war that I can never let go. You and I are alike. I don't know how, but we are. I realized today that we would never live without each other. If I didn't have you, I would be dead. If you didn't have me, you would rot in prison. The only reason Lumpy, the police officer, never arrested me was because he knew that I had a severe disease, which is you. If you were a real person though, you would be charged with more than 70 murders, which is enough to send you away for life. In a way, I'm glad I have you. Also, I wish I was you in a way. I can never say no to people even if I want to, I'm afraid of death, I am insignificant and silly at times, and I can never really stand up for myself. But you. You can tell people to fuck off, you are prepared to die any day, you are brave, and you are strong. I'm happy with myself, but I wish I was stronger, braver, and more self-confident, like you. I never thought of myself writing a letter to you, explaining how we need each other and complimenting you. Yesterday, I would have thought this was nonsense. I would have thought this was completely illogical. Today, I understand and realize this is the truth. I hope you understand how I feel. When I flip-out, take two minutes of your life to just read this. You know what? Write back to this letter. I know it's dumb, but just do it. I want to see your side of the story too. I want to see if you agree or disagree with me. So write back. I can't believe I'm going to say this, but… thank you for saving me from the Tiger General and his army. Don't let this letter get to your head though. I hate it when you're cocky.

Sincerely,
Flippy (technically you)