To the losers who don’t know who their loyal friends are.

Because you just can’t seem to keep your hands off of the others.

Hello,

You suck.

End-of-story.

I’m not your personal counselor.

I’m not the person you get to hook you up with my brother.

I’m not here to listen to your stupid problems in the middle of the night, and then you tell me you think I don’t understand.

Yeah, shut up. That’s the reason why I don’t tell YOU anything. Because you would never get it. You can just go on with your picture-fucking-perfect-life and leave me out of it, because I’m tired of just being on the side. I used to think that people in this world know how to listen. Hah, that was naïve of me. Because the minute you think someone is listening, chances are, they’re looking out the window watching the lovely birds fly away, BECAUSE THEY DON’T GIVE A CRAP.

And it was wrong of me to listen. I, unlike YOU, actually LISTENED when you needed me to. Honestly, I think you just kept me around because no one else cared. Yeah, well. I did. A lot, too. Mostly ‘cause I don’t make friends easily, even if I’m accepting of everyone. You know, you’re kind of like those chicks that people love to hate because you don’t care about anyone but yourself.

Selfish bitch.

You need a reality check, hon. Life doesn’t revolve around you, and it never will.

I’d like you to take a walk in my shoes for a day. And, the sad thing is, I wouldn’t even wish that fate upon my worst enemy, yet here I am, hoping you might get to see what I have to go through.

You know what really made this come through, though?

On February 20, you expected me to have a smile on my face, and not have a care in the damn world, so I could listen to you whine about your stupid boyfriend, and how you saw him hug his best friend. Oh, poor you. Do you know what happened three days before that? No, you probably don’t. Hell, I bet you don’t even know that I was the girl that your boyfriend was hugging the day before because my best friend, my cousin, was dead.

So, I’m through with you and all your stupid, selfish, lazy, parasitic wants.

Get lost.

Get out of my life.

Goodbye,

Kee.

Author’s Note: It’s really rather sad… Out of all the letters I’ve ever written (and I’ve written a LOT more than I’ve posted.) this is the only one that I actually want the person who I’m writing this about to read it. But I won’t show her. She can figure it out for herself that I’m not just here to fulfill her idiotic needs.