Dear Estella

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Dear Estella,

If you're reading this, make sure that you read the word 'dear' in a sarcastic, bitchy manner, because that's exactly the way I want to say it to you.

I'm not going to let myself be sick anymore, and definitely not over you.

I'm sick of crying over you. I'm sick of waiting to catch your eye. I'm sick of longing for your smile, your smile because of me and not David or Stella.

But not anymore.

I'm not going to be sick anymore. I'm going to be a healthy, happy girl, with good grades, who loves herself and her life, who spends her time productively at home and not crying over bitchy ex-best friends and parental problems and acne arcades.

I'm going to pump myself with vaccinations of motivation and joy which are going to destroy all your toxic antigens that have made their way into my holy blood and I'm going to be so, so fucking happy you're going to wonder who I am.

And you're going to miss me.

I'll make sure you do.

Love, (lots and lots of love, honey)
Azura