dear john,
i need to tell you something. and it's not something i'm allowed to tell you, because the lonely girl would kill me. so i'll settle for telling you here.
you know the lonely girl is dating that guy? the twelve-year-old? yeah. well, one of his friends told the lonely girl to send her boyfriend some "pictures." yeah, those types of pictures. first it was just her breasts (you should know i hate the words 'tits' and 'boobs'), and then everything...else.
the lonely girl is very lonely, just like me and just like you.
but it reminds me of two years ago, when me and the lonely girl were twelve years old. i remember it so much. she did the same thing, except it was someone three years older instead of two years younger.
and people found out. and some people even saw them. and the lonely girl got very, very suicidal. and i told her from the beginning it was a bad idea, but she didn't listen, and when it was all over, she told me i was right.
now, after all this time, it's happened again. only this time, she'd only been dating him for a week. and i didn't tell her it was a bad idea. i just smiled and said, "that's great."
because some things change, and even when we make mistakes, we do them all over again, because we enjoyed the pain.
she told me not to tell you.
or anyone, for that matter. and i haven't, i swear i haven't. apart from you, reading this. and if you are, please keep quiet.
thank you.
love, me.
