[Witchchylde]

Dear Social Security Services;

It's been thirteen years now. I've done everything you've asked, gotten every test conducted, sat through every hearing. I still hurt every day from all the various issues, and any time I bring up the idea of applying for work anyway, I immediately get shot down.

Please, before I expire, please give me just a little while where the money in my hand is actually mine and not whatever little stipend I can beg for from the tribe or spare change from family. My nose can't take too much more rubbing into what a failure I am.

Sincerely,
Me.