dear tay,
i'm so confused. we've been friends since we were babies, so why do i feel like i hardly know you? i know i'm not the top friend on your list, and i know you like mariah a lot more than me, and i hate to be a jealous twat, but that hurts. i was there for you when your grandma died, i comforted you, and made you laugh. did mariah ever come to that funeral? i've told you secrets that i've never told before, and you had the audacity to tell your mom, so my mom could find out? you call me names constantly, over stuff that i can't help. it's gotten me extremely insecure. all i've been is nice to you, i could have shot back a name, but instead, i put the fire out. i don't even know your favorite color. you seem so bored and uninterested with me, the least you could do was try to hide it. i've known you for years, it's time to start being a little more kinder to me, yeah? because you're just hurting me over and over, even if you may not realize it.
sincerely,
nora
