Dear classmates.
No, I didn't mean that. You are not dear to me. I hate you, and you hate me, so why on earth would I call you dears? You and your stupid, petty little ways of making yourself feel good by picking on me. Just because I'm smart, talkative, not exactly skinny but not fat either, not the best at sports and because I'm neither an evolutionist or religious. Get over yourselves. I know I just laugh when you insult me; but I hate having to open up my feelings. It hurts. You think you're all so smart; but you can't even see that you hurt me when you say things like you do. So what if I am blonde? It doesn't mean a thing. I hate that you all expect me to know all the answers and to do your work for you. Well, sooner or later you're going to find that I am just going to stop talking altogether; and then who is going to save you? You laugh at me when I make mistakes. At least I'm willing to try. You call me a nerd, a geek, a dork even. At least I'll get a good job. You laugh at all my old music. At least I know how to inspire myself. You say I'm a know-it-all. At least I know something. No, I am not a goody-two-shoes and no, I don't think I know everything. I'm not religious, but evolution seems a bit far-fetched to me as well. So what if I don't believe in God? You act like it's a crime against humanity. I hate you. I wish you would shut your stupid mouths and let me get on with my life. None of you really care about my success. In a year's time, one of my books could be published. You don't care, you only support me because then you can show of the book and say that you know me. Perhaps that you were my friend, even. You would be lying. Don't bother talking to me until you can learn that the world does not revolve around you.
No love at all, Flea.