by Eddie Munson » Thu Oct 15, 2015 1:03 am
Dear ______,
You and I used to be wonderful friends. I don't understand what happened between us in the beginning. You started to replace me for reasons that I didn't understand. I tried my hardest to reach out to you. I wanted you to know that I was there for you. I wanted you to know that you had my full support even when you were moving forward. I watched you improve in your writing, and I watched you become popular. Even though we're two adults, you couldn't come to me to tell me what happened. I still don't know if I did something wrong, or if you just lost interest in me. I doubt that I will ever know.
But the truth is, I dodged a bullet. I spent so long being mad, because I was certain that you had abandoned me. I had been open with you about aspects of my life that I simply was not open with with other people. I trusted you, and in the end you turned your back on me. You may be of age, but your behavior is childish. You have a lot of growing up to do. I found out after you and I stopped being friends that you were racist, transphobic, and you had been talking about me behind my back. I found out that you threw me under the bus to your friends, telling them things that weren't true. I recently was linked to posts of yours where you called me a pretentious 12 year old anonymously. You trashed my writing, my blogs, characters that are important to me, and morals that make me who I am. You became someone-- or you always were someone that was very ugly under the surface.
I feel cheated. Because you made me feel bad for not being good enough for you. I'm taking away that permission now. So dear friend, who I shall now add the prefix "Ex" to: Let's never meet again. Have a good life.
Sincerely, the person who taught you how to write.
P.S: Whenever you see a post about flowers, I hope it twists your heart like seeing your name everywhere does to mine.
Disclaimer: This post is not about anyone on Chickensmoothie, anonymously or not.
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