Dear Monsieur,
My friends are assholes. Honestly - but they don't mean to be. They've grown up in an awful town, with parents who don't care as much as they should.
It's so irratating. Here I am bawling about Ravi, and there they are not giving a fuck.
An awkward "I'm..... sorry." Isn't good enough. If that's even anything.
I just wish someone got it.
I just wish that someone got... me.
What do I do, Ganesha? Krishna? Vishnu?
YOU ARE READING
Dear Monsieur
Non-ficțiuneI consistently write to the anonymous 'Monsieur'. I speak of my feelings about life, death, people, or opinions. Just all of it. And I've decided that since I'm anonymous, I could share this with all of you. Enjoy, & Namaste.
