Dear ______,

Dear ______,


How can you justify years of gossip?
How can you justify making one of my closest friends feel so terrible about herself that she wouldn't go to school?
How can you live with yourself?

I think I've got a pretty good idea.
You're insecure.

We all are. The difference is that you're so insecure about yourself, while at the same time so self-centered, that the only outlet you have is pushing others down below the imaginary level you've put yourself at.

Superficiality is the way you live your life, surrounding yourself with what your purposefully inadequate mind has allowed culture to tell you is beautiful.
That's hideous.

I pity you. Truly I do. I try to pray for you, but it just pisses me off. I find it difficult, hen I walk y you in the halls or even hear your voice, not to turn around and black both your eyes. On second thought, I think I'll just break your nose. You wear so much makeup to cover up your lack of self confidence that no one would ever notice the bruises.


Most definitively NOT yous,
Bridget