A/N: Inspired by a helpful review of 'End of Dreaming'.

To whom it may concern,

I am shortly writing to those few people who care about me - who I care about.

This, though, is for everyone else.

You all hate me. Every single fucking one of you. Fine, then. The feeling's mutual. Every single miserable person in this miserable fucking town - and Squilliam fucking Fancyson, come to think of it - should thank their lucky stars that I don't obey the dreams that have tormented me for nearly two and a half decades.

Thank my mother and my neighbor that I don't hunt you all down and show you the color of your own insides, every last man, woman, and child of you. I can't bear living in this town, with all the people who sneer at me behind their smiles, with all the people who hate me no matter what I do.

So fine. I'm leaving. I'm leaving before I do something terrible...please somebody stop me, I don't want to hurt anybody...STOP IT.

I wish someone would see what's behind my eyes. I wish someone would help me.

Why won't somebody help me? Oh Neptune, please, I...

I am lost in these nightmares, and I will never find my way out again.

Leaving.

Be back never.

- Squidward