oh my god how did it take me this long to see this uhh
Dear person I hate:
I seriously don’t understand how one person can be so awful. I hope making fun of me and telling me how much of an idiot I am makes you feel so much better about yourself. You’re such a hypocrite and you’ll do or say anything just to fit in. I don’t understand how I’m the only one who feels this way about you because no one knows how awful you can be. Hope you’re having fun fucking gross old men for attention.
Dear person I like:
(I’m interpreting this as a crush kinda thing)
Thanks for my first kiss and making me feel confident. I’m not saying I’m the kind of person to only have confidence when I get attention from guys, but I feel so much more comfortable flirting and talking to guys now and I used to be so scared doing so. I know you’ll never like me like I like you, and I used to regret ever talking to you, but lately I’ve finally realized that what happened between us was good and I grew from it. I still think you’re hot.
You were the last person I liked before the ^above^. You were the one who made me feel like I had to keep my feelings to myself and keep it a secret because I am disgusting and no one will ever like me. I guess the second I hinted it to you, you backed away and we stopped talking. Why is that? We had so much in common. Still confused.
Holy shit I am the luckiest girl in the world to call you my best friend. You aren’t judgemental, always available to talk, fucking hilarious, and you’re always honest with me in the sweetest way. I’ve never bonded with someone as much as I do with you. I love love love you. I aspire to be as great of a friend for you as you are for me.
Ex best friend: I’ve never met someone so full of them self yet so insecure at the same time. To be honest, whenever we hang out I cry because you give compliments in a way that redirects them back at you and how you’re so much better than I am. I can’t deal with this self hate anymore. You have this permanent mask stuck to your face at all times and I just want to know the real you. I called you my best friend once and you never let me see the real you once. I’ve never felt close to you. I still love you to death but I felt uncomfortable at the fact that you weren’t comfortable with me after years of having an amazing friendship.
I never thought I could ever say this, but I love you. I had hated you for 15 years and now I can’t imagine what my life would be like if we never became close over the summer. You’re brutally honest in the best way possible, and I need that desperately, because I am incapable of being honest to myself. You’ve given me some of the best advice about everything. Thank you.
*gives people advice when i cant even handle my own problems*