Letters From an Anonymous Reality

Letter 9

Dear Red-Conversed Girl, 

I need you. I don't need you, but I need someone, and you're all I have. But you do not understand what it means to be my friend. Everything is a joke to you. I cry out for help, and you turn away because you don't even try to hear me. Why would I ever trust you? Why have I ever trusted you? 

I remember thinking you were hurting me, killing me. And I remember thinking it couldn't have been that bad... could it? Well, yeah, apparently it can. You laugh and talk about friendship all day, but when it comes down to it, there's nothing. You don't listen, and you don't talk. You're simply a bundle of emojis and empty promises. 

You've always hurt me so much. Somehow I keep believing that maybe this time we'll be friends. Maybe this time you'll listen. Maybe this time it will be different. But you're the same as always. I won't go to you this time. I won't ask for your help because you have none to give. 

Yes, I need someone. But having you would hurt me worse than no one at all. So I'll be alone. I'll be alone, drowning in my thoughts. Because no one is here. Oh, don't worry, I'll still laugh for you, smile for you, put on a whole act for you, just like I do for all the other strangers. That's what we are to each other: strangers. You won't show who you are, and you can't see who I am. Yes, we are strangers, and I think I'm much safer this way. 

-A Stranger