Are you done laughing at my previous letters? We’re still here… as much as we wish we weren’t.
Sometimes I imagine a place where I get noticed. Where people like you don’t scoff at my hand-me-down clothes, my pleas…and where I am an equal member of society regardless of my pay bracket. You privileged youth, you undeserving children. You just don’t get it, do you? Society has eaten me and it is coming for you. Our solidarity is possibly our only hope—they are coming for you and you don’t even know it. Or you do and you just don’t want to accept it. You turn your same selectively blind eye that you point at me on yourself. Stop laughing. Stop resenting those in my pay bracket and start worrying about when they are going to make your individuality disappear and steal your value. You just don’t get it. Listen to your elders, you spoiled children. If you strengthen us, we can help you—we can help the cause. Listen!
They are here; they are coming for you; fast and without emotion to mechanize you; to steal your individuality.