Dear Sam G______,
Let's just get one thing clear, you may not remember me but oh do I remember you. You, you are the person who in 6th grade was "all-that" all the girls would swoon because of your accent. I'd like to tell you something.
You ruined my life, I swear you honestly did. It started with the "all-in-good-fun" teasing, then you became cruel, vicious, and downright stupid. You said more curses and swears then I have ever heard in my life, you came up with the most horrible comments about me, then you would call me something a 5 yearold would have come up with. You called me a "poodle" after those days something in my mind either cleared up or broke, because you forced me to change. I cut my long hair, I contained it's poofy, frizzy curls in a ponytail everyday.
Because of you, I have no self-esteem, I'm so self-conscious I will cry over my own bloody hair and finally it may have not happened in the innocent world of 6th grade and elementary school, but it happened. After moving quite literally half-way across the bloody world, I was thrown into the world I call Middle School. There's a vicious place, because of your relentless teasing I don't meet other's eyes, I keep mine on the ground. I try so hard to keep myself together but I still breakdown and cry in the bathroom mirror, I fail my classes.
Because of you I hate myself.
So Sam I hope you're happy, you have ruined the remainder of a girls childhood and the beginning of her teenage years. Congratulations, I hate you.
Forever hateful,
Me