Dear Family, Friends, and Whom Else This Might Concern,
I'm sorry it had to end this way between us. You and I. I'm sorry I had to leave so soon. I couldn't take it no more and no one was here to help me. You always told me to stop acting all 'emo' and to smile. I put my hood up to cover the tears coming down my face and all you said was I need to stop acting like a ghetto. How I stereotyped people as a 'Hipster' or a 'Fake' and you told me to stop judging pop artists music. How you did it right back at me saying I need to stop trying to be 'emo' and how my music was just screaming. I'm sorry but pop is all the same and tells you who to be. My music told me to be myself and I did, but you didn't accept me for who I am. I wanted to tell you that I am Gay and Gender fluid but you always chained me on a leash controlling my life telling me who to be. I was scared you would hate me for it and kick me out. That you would tell me Gay wasn't normal and that I HAD to be straight. That I was just doing it because others were just because you have to blame something, grownups always have to blame it on something. I always cried every year because lost my friends because they would move to a new school, you would tell me I am over exaggerating and I could make new ones. No one wants to be friends with a kid like me. I don't like anything they do, we don't have any common ground. Girls always talk about boys, makeup, and sports. Boys talk about video games, sports, and girls. I don't really play the games they talk about and I don't normally wear make up like girls. I guess what I am trying to say is I am not who I was in grade school and I will never probably be that girl again. That you need to accept the things I like as I accept your interests. Why does this society tell us to be so judgmental? That we aren't cool or popular for being ourselves and that we had to follow what others are doing? Please take that into consideration the next time you see a really 'punk' kid, they might be the nicest person you ever met in your entire life. Or that 'hipster' at Star Bucks they might actually be the meanest kid you have ever met in your entire life. Don't take looks and stereotypes in before you judge a person. You don't know their story like you don't know mine. I love you for you and I don't care who you are are what you like, okay? I love you for being yourself, and as long as you are yourself I guarantee that others will love you too as long as you are kind and yourself.
- Rose
Letter 1
