Letters to Slimmy, Chapter 18

Well, Slim, as you can see the new year has started off really bad. Your wish has came true a thousand times over, while my prayers and pleas for help go unanswered. It hardly seems fair, you know. I have already suffered and endured a lifetime of misery and heartbreak, and still can't seem to catch a break. I can't help but wonder if this is some sort of joke. Laughter rings in my ears, but it's not me who's laughing. It's you, staring down at me, piercing a hole through my heart the size of the moon, laughing so hard the earth shakes. Tell me, Slim, what is it that I've done to deserve this? Have I been chosen to bear the sorrow of a hundred others, so that they may feel happiness? I'm kind of feeling like the proverbial lamb here, all good things that could be mine have been sacrificed for the sake of others. Why me? Should I hold on to faith, and keep hoping and praying? Will that do any good? I mean, it hasn't done any good so far so what's the point, right? I don't know, Slim, I'm just finding it so hard to simply believe in anything right now.