There are things you want to say. Reactions you want to get. In an effort to maintain a civil world, we don't say or do certain things. But it drains you to smile while being pelted with waste matter, daily. Until it finally happens. All of a sudden you don't care anymore. You tack your two-weeks to the wall and set it on fire. You start sleeping in a bathtub full of knives and tell people about how rested you are. You start SENDING those letters you've been writing.