Dear You,
I've been having a hard time lately. With not only you but other things. Everything is just really confusing right now. You're not answering my text messages and it's not normal. Have I been too pushy? I just want to be there for you. I'm not really good at it, am I? Not only are you being really strange, my dog died, I haven't been able to sleep well, and I really am in a point in my life that I just want to be alone but alone with you. Normally when I want to be alone, alone means alone. I just want you to see everything I'm feeling. I can't explain it but it's still there. See, my feelings for you haven't died no matter what I might say. You recently got dumped by that bag of a girl that hurt me in the first place. I told you she would hurt you. I was so close to getting you to a break through on your cutting. She ruined it!! Do you have any idea how much I want to destroy that girl? She hurt you! I do something but I seriously would get hurt myself and you kinda told me it's not worth it. She ain't worth squat.
It's just been really stressful and hard. Like to someone who's not in the situation it may not seem like much but it really is. It hurts because it matters. I just want someone to talk to about all of this and you've been really distant lately and so I'm alone and I don't want that. I want to be alone with you. I think the hardest part of all this is that I know you won't see this letter and if you did you wouldn't know it's about you, but perhaps you just kinda felt like it was you you wouldn't so anything about it. You just don't seem to see my pain the way it really is.
Your parents found out about the cutting. It's rough, I know, but you've just got to work hard. They only want the best for you. I want what's best for you. They read our text messages. It's one thing to go through your stuff because they are your parents but going through things I confidently told you hurts. Apparently they like my writing, ha. Course they do. The things I sent you were the things that came from my heart. My writing may be nice but I don't need them reading it without permission. It's very close and personal to me. It bugs me. You told me not to worry about it, that it's fine but it's still awkward and such. I don't like it.
Thanks for the heartship,
~Me
