“To hell with the world. Being in denial used to be my favourite expression until it became my life story. I have no wish to explain this any further to you. It's as simple and as true as anything I have written regarding myself.”—Friedrich Nietzsche, from Selected Letters
I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.
Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex boyfriend,
Dear ex girlfriend,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on,
Dear [insert URL here],
Kindness and patience are the things
I wish to be most abundantly fluent in.
However, you make this very difficult.
I will not forget your spitefulness.
I can forgive, but I will not forget.
I wouldn’t expect either from you.
Hopefully we both grow in the interim,
although I will not count on you
ever smiling my way again.
We all seem to think that we, ourselves, are the only ones
I was always more likely to be left alone with a pen.
My love is different from yours.
Mine didn’t meet your expectations,
but unlike yours, mine will probably never end.