dear you,
i thought about what happened today.
and i'm frustrated.
i'm frustrated with you.
i'm frustrated with you because i noticed the change in your attitude when we're with her.
i noticed how you don't care about what you say.
i noticed how i actually called you a jackass more than once.
i never use that word.
the fact that i used it more than once in a short period of time says a lot.
i just wished you cared enough about me to notice how rude you can be.
it's not even about my feelings anymore.
it's just about you now.
please pick a side before i explode.
sincerely, me.
YOU ARE READING
letters to you.
Short Story"so say it to them, or say it to yourself in the mirror. say it in a letter you'll never send, or in a book millions might read someday..." i decided to do a bit of both.
