Life, Love, and a Trash Can

THIS ONE IS IMPORTANT AND RELEVANT

This is so relevant to my life right now.

Dear people who have someone crushing on them that they don't like,

You don't have to be an ass. You don't have to tell her/him that they're not your type. You don't have to say you'd never hurt them and then turn around five seconds later and crush their very souls. You've been in their position before, I'm positive of it.

Dear school,

You really have a way of breaking people down. You tell us to be more mature all the while treating us like toddlers. You tell us not to grow up too fast yet tell us that we are too immature. You tell us that bullying is not tolerated yet the teachers can be the biggest bullies. You tell us that we all belong, yet exclude us for individuality. You tell us you care, but you never will.

Dear best friend,

I love you. I really love you and I don't know how I'd live without you. I cause unnecessary fights with you because it's my personality and somehow you put up with all of this and I don't know how. I will always remember every moment we spend together and someday I promise you that we will be free from all of this stupidity that is forced upon us by people that supposedly "want us to do better".

We may have parted ways but this still stands. I won't forget how much you meant to me.

Dear society,

Short skirts make me a slut. High cut shirts make me a prude. Being a virgin makes me "better than everyone", while not being one makes me a hoe. Being bi means I'm a whore, and being straight means I don't have any fun. Being a Christian makes me a "Jesus freak", and being an atheist makes me a "satanic devil worshipper". Having a boyfriend says I'm not allowed to be independent, while not having one makes me "lonely". No matter what, labels will be stuck to you but all you have to do is peel it off and throw it away because you don't have to fit into these labels that society sticks you with to make you feel useless.

Dear ex boyfriends:
Thank you for teaching me to be strong. Thank you for teaching me that I deserve better. All you deserve is three sentences.

Dear crush:
You said you'd never hurt me. Not even an hour afterward, you told me not to get "pissy" when I said I genuinely liked being friends with you after you told me that I wasn't your type and I wasn't ever going to have you in my life.

Dear everyone:
What's so wrong with me that no one even wants to be with me? Sometimes I just wonder why I bother anymore.

Dear self:
I truly believe there are two of you. There's one that you choose to show to people, and one that only I see. You hide your best self away from the world in favor of a more snarky and what people believe to be funny version of yourself. However the real you is just an awkward ball of fluff that just wants to be loved.

Dear readers: none of this means anything to you because you don't even know who I am.