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Dear _____,
You were once my best friend. You still are. Or was. I used to think you and I were inseparable, two peas in a pod. You used to be someone I could trust, someone I could share secrets with, someone I could call my own sister. However, in these three years, you've changed. Changed drastically. Your new self... I can't stand it. No, you were always the same. I had a secret. I told you my secret. You told your mom. You told someone else a secret of mine. What? Of course, this is not all...
You were once timid, shy and fun to be around. You were sweet and thought of others a lot. Maybe you still do, but I don't see it in you anymore. You've changed into an outgoing, cunning, vain girl. I knew you were pretty- I was a little jealous. All the boys paid attention to you- you never seemed to care. Not until this year. You seem to care a lot about everything now. You even think that when someone stares at you, it means they love you. He sent you a playful little message saying he liked pie. You thought he liked you. You shoved it in my face, even when you probably knew I had a crush on him. I said I had, but I still do. Please, stop torturing me with your words about him. Stop talking like he's a disgusting boy. He's kind and gentle.
You never gave me a warning before. Now you're someone with just a little authority doesn't mean you could give a warning- a harsh one- to your own friends, right? And what? You thought we didn't think about you? We did. We only knew you would want to take it from us and we left you. You had others to be with anyway, not just us slackers. Why would you hang out with the unpopular group when you were popular yourself?
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe you were always this way. Cunning, mean, vain. Stop being a reporter. I don't need anything more to be reported to someone else.
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Dear ___ ____,
I like you. I have, ever since three years ago. I know I don't look good enough for you. I know I'm nothing compared to you. I can't help my own feelings. I used to think it was nothing, this feeling. It actually was. All this time, I thought of nothing but a friend of you.
How did I start liking you? When I see you caring for your sister, when she's bullied and crying. I can't help but watch as you comfort her. When I see you like that, I feel... I don't know. It's unexplainable. Another reason would be your kindness. Okay, maybe we might have a playful quarrel and name-calling now and then, but it seems those games had made me set my eyes on you. You've shown me your gentle side too. You're not nosy, not mean, not vain.
How did I know I liked you? The cunning lady told me another girl though you liked Ms.Cunning. I felt upset and I could swear tears were about to fall from my eyes. Only one person knows this. My only best friend. The other ways I figured out, was that I couldn't leave you alone. I had to interrupt every conversation you had with cunning girl. I always wanted to hold your hand. Weird, right?
I've seen you and her together. You're always talking to her. That cunning, vain, betraying girl. You like her, don't you? Why did I only find out when I had decided and figured out I liked you? Why do you keep defending her, like a loyal dog? Stop it. It hurts.
I'm unable to tell you all this. I'm so pathetic. I bet I've got no chance against her. Someone trusted and loved like her.
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Dear ______,
**** off. I don't need to listen to your whining, nor do I want to see your face. My idea, mainstream? And who said monopoly wasn't? Monopoly is the most mainstream thing ever. A computer game might as well be about the same. Get off my case, you little piece of ****.
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Dear ___,
You say you love me, but you don't, do you? I've seen you look at my brother, your son. It's completely different from how you look at me. You let him do whatever he wants. You don't let me. I hate how you dote on him so much.
Oh, and that's right. If my reason to live were for spending my own dad's cash, why can't I buy a new laptop? Why not buy a tablet? Why can't I buy C$? Let me live up to your expectations- to turn our family dirt poor, will ya?
One last thing. I like someone. Why do you care? It's not like I'd ditch you. You're my mom. The person who raised me. No matter how much I rage, I can only still love you because you're my mom and the closest person I have in the world.
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Dear ___,
**** you and your life. I don't give a damn about your damn childish rages. Cool your head, *****. I don't get why you hate me so much. I share your blood. I am a part of you, so stop caring about those leeches out there and care for your own damn family. Just that it's too late, sorry.
Now you want us to trust and respect you? Please, that'd be the last thing I do. Trust isn't something easily earnt back, nor can it be bought. You want our trust? You should've wanted it earlier, when I still cared for you. When I still swore I would care for you when you were old, no matter what my siblings said.
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