Hey girl, It's me! The girl you roll your eyes at when my name gets brought up.

We've never officially met although we have a lot of mutual friends, and I'm fully aware of who you are — pretty sure that goes both ways. You see, with it being that we've never met, I don't understand your feelings toward me. You know exactly what I'm talking about. You go around telling all those mutual friends of ours, and anyone standing in close proximity to you when I walk into a room, how you hate me and have such a sour opinion of the person I am... But how did you even come about forming that? Did you see me talking to your ex one night? Did I accidentally bump into you on campus and not apologize? Perhaps, I cut in line at the bar? Or is there any reason at all? Oh I know, you probably heard something bad through the grapevine from another person who doesn't know me either that just fueled your fire.

I'd like to ask this of you, though, please help me to understand why you're saying such awful things about me when you haven't had the opportunity to shake my hand, introduce yourself and let me reshape whatever I've continued to portray myself as. I promise if you just took the time to talk to me for 10 minutes you may come to find I'm not such a b*tch after all, that we coincidentally are obsessed with puppies (shocker), or that we both hate math because our professors are totally out to get us. Maybe the Dixie Chicks will start playing and between harmoniously belting out "Wide Open Spaces," you can realize I'm not as bad as you thought I was, and can stop passive aggressively stalking me on twitter. I've normally not been one to harp over people's opinion of me, but I just can't seem to shake yours since I don't know where it's stemmed from. It really bothers me to see you out with your "squad" to look over my shoulder and see the dagger glares they are all throwing my way out of being loyal friends to you. Which by the way I would do the same for my friends, but not without probable cause and a better understanding... What is it you tell your friends, exactly?

Embracing that now I've got a whole other crowd with wrongly-formed ideas of me that I'm later going to have to try and change, thanks girlfriend. Don't judge me (the irony), but I can't help but become defensive when I see you out, and I know you're talking about me because what was you staring just became you looking away when I caught you. Not to mention that one girlfriend who is searching for me because she didn't make contact with the target they're all supposed to be shunning — that really confirms my suspicions. I feel really bad for our friend in the middle, you know the really sweet girl who we refer to as Switzerland. Never a mean thing to say about anyone, but she did let it slip once that you don't in fact like me, but she isn't clear of why. Not wanting her to be a messenger, nor stuck in this dilemma you made for the three of us, I try and keep her out of it hoping one day I'll remember the reason I gave you to hate me.

Should I just listen to the idle reassurances of my girlfriends and chalk this all up to jealousy and maybe some underlying insecurities? That maybe you did get an eye sore from me having a conversation with a boy you had feelings for, and it's just gotten carried away since then? I really hope it wouldn't be something as minuscule as that, but if it is let me know, because I'd love to grab a bottle of wine and hash this one out. Maybe after getting to know one another you'll still side with not liking the girl I am, perhaps I can live with it then. But until that time approaches, please tell your friends to stop trying to follow me on Insta so you can pick out my flaws — it's getting awkward in my Group Message.