Dear Douchebags,
Before high school, I had always seen in movies and read in books about the stereotypical groups, and students present in school. But I didn't think that these people actually existed.
But, I was so wrong.
They existed, and in a much worse way. Every single stereotype was present. And to me, it felt like you guys felt that you had to be in some sort of clique. Like, it was expected out of you. Like, those bitches had to bully and jocks had to be heartbreakers.
But let me tell you, if you haven't already figured it out- it's not forced. We make our own choices, how to live and what to be. Some stupid hierarchy will not be able to define you if you don't let it.
Just to fit in, so many of many of us hide our real faces and put on the masks that are socially acceptable. Just so that we aren't called freaks, we bully other people who are brave to be themselves. The stereotypes are being handed down to us from centuries, and does still no one have the courage to destroy it? To break it once and for all?
Living like this, under a fake version of yourself is basically the worst thing you can do to yourselves. We are so afraid of ourselves that we actually have lost our true identities. Ask yourselves, do you know who you are? What music you really like?
I mean, what's the worse that can happen? You might be thrown out of your current friends circle, right? But then, if your supposedly best friends 'forever' can not accept the really you, were they really your friends then? I don't think so.
We always blame society for what's happening. How it does not let ourselves be, how it slowly sucks the life out of us. But have ever stopped a moment to think and realise that we are the ones who make up the society? We are the ones who are so fucking hypocritical. We conduct rallies and speak out against social injustices, and at the end of they day, what do we do? We do the exact same things we preached against about.
You don't understand what effect words have on a person. A few right words can save a human, while in the same situation, a few wrong ones can kill them.
All I want is that some sense gets knocked right into your empty minds, so you know what you have destroyed. And I hope I have made my words right
You are so afraid of yourselves to even be the real you, and for that I pity you.
And maybe it was in that ignorance everyone did what they did, and that's why I forgive you all.
Love,
Scarlett
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