If You Feel Like Everyone Hates You

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by ewToby

by ewToby

Sometimes I just have those days when it seems like everyone hates me.

Earlier in school, I was alright up until second period. All of a sudden, it was as if the entirety of the human population, excluding myself, hated me. Of course, I hopped along that band wagon eventually.

Even at lunch, when I thought my friends might be able to make me feel better, it was pretty bad. I tried not to let them see how upset I was so I tried talking to them. It's kinda hard to make conversation when your friends won't even give you the slightest form acknowledgement.

I know Morgan gets that way sometimes. She has those days. Today was one of them I suppose. I know she has her own problems and all that, but it seems like it rubs off on me. I tried to make her feel better, the way I always do, but sometimes I can't do anything right. I asked her what was wrong but she didn't even want to answer my question. I don't know if it's hard to help her or if it's just me. I want to help her, I really do, but I just feel like I'm annoying her.

It just really sucks to feel like no one wants you around.

The day went by agonizingly. As each hour it went by, I'd see more people, and it was as if each person hated me more than the last. Even mere conversations with my classmates served as more opportunities to prove everyone was against me. And I don't want to sound so stuck up and conceited like, "oh, the world probably hates me and just me, everything is about me." I just can't help the feeling.

To make matters worse, I came home. My mom was home early. She managed to snap at me for banging the door too loudly when I came in. I can't even close doors properly. God.

I'm walking to my room now. I make sure to close the door with a small thud. I dump my bag by my bed. My eyes find its way to the box. Maybe there's something in there.

I browse through the white envelopes. I squint as I pull each out, trying to read the words written on them. Toby's handwriting isn't all that neat. I smile slightly, finally able decode his puzzle of a penmanship.

If you feel like everyone hates you.

Dear Piper,

If you think or feel like everyone hates you, I don't.

Sometimes you just need someone to tell you that. I don't want you to feel this way, especially because it's not true. In any way. And maybe someone does hate you (I doubt it though) but there is someone who doesn't. I'm a thousand percent sure. It just so happens that it's me. And I don't know about everyone or anyone else, but I love you.

And if you still think everyone hates you, I'm telling you, I don't.

I love you.

-Toby

P.S. Call me so I can tell you that.

I lay the letter and envelope down on my table. I stoop down, unzipping my bag to grab my phone. After I type in my code, I go to my favorites in my call log. I select his name and hold the phone to my ear. I listen to the ringing as I stand up. I tap my desk, staring at the pictures lining my bulletin board that hangs just above the table.

"Hello?" My favorite voice in the world.

"Hi Toby," I reply, letting out a sigh of comfort.

"Did anything happen? Did you open any letter?"

"Yeah," I pause before saying, "If you feel like everyone hates you."

There's silence. I'm not sure what to say so I wait for him.

"Piper?" he says after a moment. Toby talks before I can respond. "Piper, I don't hate you, ok? I don't hate you at all. I love you."

I take in a deep breath, and I no longer feel like everyone hates me.