Dear person I hate,

I don’t hate anyone. Everyone has something good about them, I truly believe that. But there is someone I greatly dislike. Let’s call her M shall we?

Dear M, thanks for reminding me that I’m worthless and never a good enough friend. Thanks for reminding me that I am in fact suffering from mental disorders and I don’t exactly have the best coping mechanisms. Thanks for calling me a “satanic bitch” when I told you I wanted to dye my hair black at 13. Thanks for telling me you would never be friends with a bi girl because you would be afraid of them liking you, thus causing my fear of ever coming out to anyone ever. Thanks for choosing everyone over me, but most of all thanks for making yourself the victim when I finally called you out for every damn thing you had done to me over the course of 2 years.

Dear person I like,

You are truly wonderful, and I mean that. I don’t know you too well just yet. I don’t know what makes you giggle uncontrollably and what makes your face red. I don’t know what your favorite records are and what songs I’d use on a mixtape for you. You always seem so calm and collected and in charge, a contrast of how I feel I behave. I want to get to know you so I can truly see how wonderful you are.