Dearest, Heartbreaker.

|| seventh letter ||

Dearest,

Heartbreaker.

jesus Christ are you loud.

I wish you would shut up, quite literally.

honestly, kiddo not everyone wants to know

how things are going between you and Natalie.

even Mrs. Hernandez rolled her eyes and she's old

she's supposed to be all into lovey - dovey shit like that

and even she got annoyed.

I guess I understand the woman though,

anyone would get annoyed at your girlfriend's voice.

it's so annoying and high pitch,

how are your ears not bleeding all the time?

and why does she always walk like shes on a runway?

news flash honey, it's a school's hallway!

and what's with her heels??

I'm sure they'll come in handy if someone is

trying to steal your 1,000 dollars Chanel purse

and you need to stab them in the eye but c'mon its a school,

y'know, where you go to learn to be

something important one day in the future.

Unless she's practicing in advance and

wants to become a stripper later on in life.

no judgement here Natalie, you do you.

but c'mon Ryder, her?

you can do soooo much better.

Wait actually you can't,

I've just realized she's just like you

and I'm not saying your face is caked with makeup

to the point where you resemble a circus clown,

nope I don't mean that.

I just mean you're both popular,

you're both stupid and under the idea that

you have to do what others say to fit in,

you're both scared to be different,

you're both fake

and you're both scared of falling in love.

Why? that's not my business and quite frankly I don't know,

I don't know you that well remember.

maybe you've gotten hurt before?

maybe someone broke your heart so badly

your mission in life is to break other people's hearts,

just like they did to yours.

Isn't that right?

Heartbreaker.

-me