You're my little sister, but you're not, get it? Because you're taller? See, now you know this is about you Magz. It's a letter far past due, because we've known each other so long, but hey, I'm not always the best when it comes to deadlines or writing out my feelings all at once. Anyway, you might be my best friend, but you're also one of the only best friends that I can count as a sister. It's you and me against the world lately, and I hope you're okay with that, because out of everyone in the world, you're one of the five people I can trust with my life.
I can tell you anything, and you can tell me anything, and we won't judge, because we're idiots. I remember when I told you about all the bad stuff, or the awkard stuff, and you laughed along with me but swore not to tell anyone else. Serious but silly; that's why I love you. It's really hard for me to put this into words, how the hell do I continue? I mean I could just ramble on and on about what I want to tell you through the letter, or maybe it's just a letter to say thank you?
Thank you for being there when no one else could, it might've only been you or Brittany or Maddi who stayed by my side throughout absolutely every single piece of shit in my life, and I know that we didn't see each other much last year, but this year we go to the same school again and we're back to the way things used to be.
Oh, okay so now I know what I wanted to put through your cute little skull! You need to stop getting down about being insecure. Well, no, that was worded wrong. I've told you before, and I'll tell you again, life fucking sucks, but guess what? It doesn't matter, because that's how it is for almost everyone in the history of existence, or at least that's what the philosophers or some other shit heads say.
It's how everyone feels, and I know about your thoughts and your family, and I know that your dad or mom or my mom or dad might make us a particularly shitty case in the life cabinet over here, but that doesn't mean we're better or worse.
Now if that made sense to you, you deserve a god damn medal.
I might write another letter to you someday, but right now I think if I continue it'll be this huge rant about how I love your little things or something, and that's sappy, so I'll just skip it and you can give me a hug on Monday, darling.
YOU ARE READING
letters lament
Poetryfind a name, or a topic, and think about it. think about it really hard. we don't use the word hard in here, we use difficult, challenging. life is challenging.
