I guess i should’ve known it was a bad idea, but i did it anyway. I put on a tough, self-important exterior, but to be honest, i really wish i hadn’t done it. To whoever is reading this, i have either ended up in prison or writing to you from the ‘great beyond.’ Unfortunately those are my only two choices i can see while writing this. Hopefully it’s the latter because God i really don’t want to know what prison is like.

Anyway i guess i should start from the beginning. Once upon a time there was a messed up girl living a lavish life in a grand old house with everything she could possible want or need. Then i came along and dropped a tiny, yet very effective and very metaphorical, bomb in her lap.

To do this i simply put pen to paper and went at it. Telling daddy’s girl that everything she knew about her precious father was a lie. I wrote on that parchment that her father was, in fact, NOT an investment banker as he led everyone on the believe. No in fact, he was selling company secrets to the highest bidder and getting a huge paycheck by the end of it.

I still remember her face when she opened the note. I hid behind a pillar at the school and watched her eyes widen, then her brows crease together in anger and disbelief. She jumped when her friend came by with a big ‘welcome back’ hug. And that’s when i left. Didn’t want to be getting too comfortable now. Someone may have noticed i was there. I don’t even go to that stuck up rich-person school. If you can’t tell by my attitude, its because i wouldn’t be able to afford it.

I don’t hate rich people. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not putting myself on a pedestal either. No, i can say, without hesitation, that I’m a pretty messed up little lady myself. Who else would be so cruel then someone who had their own fair share of issues. Anyway, therapy time is over, back to the story.

The next day i really ate it. Turns out, all that bs i wrote in the note was actually true. Well, not all of it but…enough. Oh yeah, did i forget to mention that. Silly me. I only wrote the letter to make stuff happen. I was bored and alone and in need if some decent entertainment. So i wrote some mysterious cryptic letter expecting some blow back that would blow over after a few days. But i guess in rich society you can just point to someone and SOMEONE in there family is bound to be doing something shady. *Their*…for any grammar freaks out there. No offense intended of course.

So anyway, yata yata, all that stuff was true and the police actually started looking for the person who wrote the note. You’d think they’d focus more on the guilty party then the good samaritan just doing their duty. Right? So I’m no Jason Bourne and they found me pretty quick. Needless to say i was in a lot of trouble and for good reason. But if they’re trying to catch me I’m not going down without a fight. Like i said earlier, i REALLY don’t want to go to prison.

So long story short, if you’re reading this, could you do me a favor? Attached is the directions to the alley where i used to live. Could you go there and make sure my cat Dixie is okay? There’s plenty of food for her to eat but I’m sure she’d like the company.

Thank you 🙏🏼 and bye bye 👋