Dear F,
I love you, you're like my biggest friend ever. But at times you can be problematic. Like I understand at times you can feel frustrated, especially with Christmas because you don't celebrate it, but it doesn't exactly give you the right to complain about it and say "why do white people get ready for Christmas so early" when you've always talked about Halloween 3 months prior, even though I don't celebrate it, but again, you throw a fit when people listen to Christmas music in the beginning of December. Also you cartorize EVERYONE who celebrates Christmas, as white, which is incorrect, you also constantly bash people for what they like, which is kind of bad too, and I realize I also do it, but at least I'm aware of it. You also make me feel really guilty at times, like just because I like someone who's a few years older at the most, doesn't make me or him a bad person, and you have to right to tell me how to feel, especially yesterday when you called my feelings on him, just admiration. Because you don't know how I feel. and yesterday night when I told you what I wanted to do in the future (6-10 years from now) because I'd feel better with it, and I wouldn't be so self conscious about it. But did you support me in it? No. You said I couldn't do it because it's not for people like me, but rather for people who's lives get affected from it. But isn't that what my problem is? Aren't I affected from it? Because I am, and I don't appreciate you telling me I can't do something to my body because what I want done, is only seen in media and photoshop.












