07/06/2017
Dear Ma. (a.k.a. my nothing),
I'm calling you my nothing for now, because I honestly don't know what else to name you. It seems like ages have gone by since I last called you my best friend, even though it's only been 2 months and a half, well "only"...
If I'm being honest, I don't have even the slightest bit of respect left for you. Don't get me wrong here, 'cause I' m always polite and friendly towards you. It's just that I don't see you as someone who deserves to be too close around people. You're just so nice and shit around everyone, but once you get to know their flaws, you become an evil witch, cursing others with insecurity and loss of self-confidence.
You know what's really fucked up? Wanna know or are you not interested, as usual?
I'm going to tell you anyway, because why not?
You are the one who started the shitshow that my life has become and the funiest thing is that you don't even have a clue of anything at all. Even your mother is trying to show you that you're an awful person. And. You. Just. Have. No. Clue.
I'd feel really sorry for you if I wasn't so pissed off at the moment.
And our perfect class with its perfect grades and bound in a friendship-of-six has fallen apart completely and it hurts, since we're now split up in small groups and some people are just in between, hanging out with others.
It all hurts, you know.
It does.
Love,
Your blackbird
