Dear Rachel,
I come to realize that I don't write to you much. That's only because I don't talk to you, ever really. But, if we do speak, it's short and sweet. Like, small talk before the conversation dies off. Looking back, you were one of the first people who kind of really nice to me and talked to me a lot. Of course, I was happy I had one of my first high schooler friends. You are still really sweet and kind to me even after all the issues. I respect that, I like that. I sure as hell haven't been the nicest or kindest person to you at times. Considering the last letter, I wrote to you was so full of hatred and rudest. I apologize for that. You surely didn't deserve that, the words and statements that were in there. I was really angry and upset, hurt, confused, and just plain bitter. I shouldn't have said all of that. I do feel bad about it. After thinking and rereading the letter, it started to sink in that I was being really rude and unnecessary bitter. Sometimes it does still scare me when I get a message from you. I will admit that. I'm still scared of you, like a sense of fear and anxiety runs through me. But, I do think if we were to talk more, maybe that fear would leave. I have no clue. But, I would like to say this is my last letter to you but I know deep inside of me it won't be. For now.
My Apologizes,
Unknown
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