dear tommy,
i'm writing letters to all the dead people in this stupid town and though you aren't actually dead, it almost feels like you are. we haven't spoken since that day at the gas station and i miss you.
i don't miss how you made me feel and i don't miss how much of an ass you were but i miss the times we had together. where neither of us were putting up a front and we could just be our genuine selves. but like all good things, that time came to an end.
it came to an end when i realized what an awful person you were and how much of an awful person you'd made me into. and as much as i missed you ( and still do miss you ), you were never good for me. and it hurts to realize that but it's true. nothing you ever did for me was good. you made me feel so small with your constant shaming and bitchy attitude yet you made me feel bigger than myself, causing me to act out towards others in aggressive ways.
part of me is happy we aren't friends. i've grown and matured in ways that i hope you did as well. but part of me wishes for the blissful ignorance that being your friend brought me.
love,
steve harrington
p.s
you helped me realize i liked boys.
