Dear You,
I hate the way you make me feel. The way you speak to me makes me feel about two feet tall. I guess it makes you feel big. I hope it does. I hope it makes you feel happy and its fulfilling for you. For me, it undoes all the growing up and progress I've made towards loving myself. For me, it makes me want to run away and cry into The Lake. To give someone a look saying 'please for the love of God make her stop I can't do this anymore,' because I definitely can't speak out without you finding out in your controlling ways. Yesterday, we were talking like we were just fine. Today, you had an audience, you put on a big show for them. Showed them how much control you think you have over me. You're degrading. You're verbally abusive. You make me hate me. Whatever made you hate life enough to take it all out on the ones you love, I hope you get better. I hope you can forgive who or whatever made you so hateful.
-me.
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All The Things I Wish I Could Say To You
General FictionDear You, These are all the things I wish I could say to you. I never will. However. Feelings demand to be felt, much like words demand to be said. -me.
