Dear Social Sacrifice

Let There Be Jerks

Dear Social Sacrifice,

I usually find the image of myself cloudy, as if I stepped out of the shower and looked in the mirror. But today, I find my image as clear as can be. For the first time in a long time, I'm not sinking, I'm not falling, I'm just living. I know my fire will burn out eventually as all new year fires do, but today, I can see clearly.

What brought this on you ask? Well, the new year for one, and for two, Trevor.

Trevor texted me this morning asking if we could talk. Of course, like anyone who watches tv I knew it wasn't going to be good. I asked him if he wanted to talk on the phone and he said no, he was better at typing. Granted, I am too but this was serious. I called him anyway and he didn't answer. He texted me "I think we need to break up."

We were never even going out!

I called him again, without responding to the text, and left him a very furious message. After I hung up, I saw for the first time in forever how truly terrible he had made me, hence the first paragraph.

Anyway, so today I am going to try and fix myself. All these years since I don't know when, everyone has shipped Trevarie. I don't know what's going to happen when we get back to school, but whatever happens I know I'll be okay. Nothing will hurt me anymore. I've had enough of that for one lifetime.

Invincibly,

Wren Marie

Former not-even-dating-girlfriend part of Trevarie