Dear Jess,
Should I even call you "Jess?" After all, your friends call you Jess. Jess or James. One of those two names is your real one, I assume. But in all honesty, I don't really know. I never even bothered to ask. Mostly because you left my life, so why should I care about yours.
Isn't it funny how you think I should be seen and not heard, that I should be skinny and have a new boyfriend every 4 months just like my sister does. Well sorry, I don't know who I like! And I'm sorry I'm not your perfect image of a girl. Or that I'm not your perfect image of a child. After all you've done you just want to waltz back into my life now too? No! No, no, no! Not now! Not after I've worked so hard to be who I am. You left.
I know I shouldn't say these things, I know I'm just angry, so people say, but I don't care. You made my choice. I now make mine.
"You know no one true til it's over." Jónsi, Sinking Friendships.
Love you always, Lynn
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A Continued Series of Ups and Downs(a heavily edited diary)
No FicciónThis is in a way, the story of the things I've done. This is what I am, who I am, and why I do things. I'm sorry for bad grammar, all names are changed from the originals and ill try to keep semi-regular updates.
