Dear L,
It's no secret that you can't stand anyone around you. You walk in the room and it follows you like a dark cloud. I see it in your face when the teacher yells out the name of the other L in the class and you look up. I saw it when that girl screamed your name, when you answered, "What?" and she said, "Not you. The other L." You really hate them all, don't you?
Is it because you're insecure? Is it because they hurt you? Why is it? It seems to me that you're fighting a lot of demons, my friend. You look lonely. I've seen the way you interact with your friends. The way you hurry to B's side and literally press into him. The way you're constantly fighting for S's attention. Are you lonely? Do you feel lost? Alone? Not cared for? Unloved?
I see your friends ditch you a lot. That's your favorite thing to tweet about, aside from ranting about how awful your life is. Why do they ditch you? Do you think it's because of you? You're obviously very lonely and lost and confused and angry and bitter. What happened, L? What happened that made you hurt so much that you decided no one else was going to hurt you? And yet, they still hurt you...every day.
Your mom doesn't seem like a nice mom. You say many mean things about her. Your brother, I've witnessed that firsthand. He's really mean to you. You hate your family, don't you. You hate your mom and you hate your brothers and I don't doubt for a moment that you hate yourself. Some days, I can tell. I can tell that you'd never want to be anyone else, because you're happy. Those days you smile most and don't tweet at all. But then other days, you would rather be anyone else. That was yesterday. You didn't even open your mouth to speak to your friends.
I'm very, very sorry that you feel like that. I've felt like that. I'm gonna go out on a whim and say we've all felt like that. Some of us still do. But you don't have to feel so lonely all by yourself. I see you looking at me sometimes. Maybe it's just because you catch me staring. But no matter what the reason is, you notice me. Come talk to me, silly. I won't bite. You might find out that you and I aren't all that different.
Love,
me