Efficiency

You know, in some sense, I think we share a painfully similar sense of efficiency. Doing exactly what is needed. Working, as much as possible with no strings attached. Speaking only when necessary. Or when asked to. Paying back the left hours of everything--sleep, life... In a sense, I hated myself for not starting my decade earlier so that I could write the way you would stretch, but a lot of people started after me and are better than me. It just kept making the doubts over myself return and multiply. And what you do did not need literacy anyways. I could only handwrite neatly at the age of 9. Eventually, we started our decades at the same age, only you at a faster pace. I hate you, I hate the people that share this same unrequited love with you, I hate the winters and time zones that separate us. I hate you.