Dear mummy4321, I can't believe how fast things move on the outside. I saw an automobile once when I was a kid, but now they're everywhere. The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry. The parole board got me into this halfway house called "The Crafter" and a job owning kiddies at the "Mineplex". It's hard work and I try to keep up, but my hands hurt most of the time. I don't think the admins like me very much. Sometimes after work, I go to the forums and feed the trolls. I keep thinking Jake might just show up and say hello, but he never does. I hope wherever he is, he's doin' okay and makin' new friends. I have trouble sleepin' at night. I have bad dreams like I'm banned. I wake up scared. Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am. Maybe I should get me a hacked client and fly in Skywars so they'd send me home. I could shoot the admins while I was at it, sort of like a bonus. I guess I'm too old for that sort of nonsense any more. I don't like it here. I'm tired of being afraid all the time. I've decided not to stay. I doubt they'll kick up any fuss. Not for an old crook like me. Taylor
In the words of Edgar Allan Poe "Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before." This sums up what you wrote pretty good I think.
Oh, sorry. & nah, it's fine. & ah, nice! & oh! I didn't mean the Minecraft player, I meant the singer, or whatever. I'm sure he (Minecraft player) sounds, well, normal? (Sorry.)
