Dear woman who is single-handedly ruining my life,
Not to sound like a cliche, but like Meghan Trainor said, "If I was you, I'd wanna be me too." Honestly, I applaud how vindictive and thorough you are with every action you take. No matter the situation, you plan every move like a real life chess game. Who even has time for that? Clearly, you have way too much time on our hands. You will disappear then like an annoying parasite, you are back. Yay me. The way your brain works is fascinating from a mental-health perspective. Yet, with all the hell you bring me, I am left taking the high road and being a bigger person; no matter how much I would love to stoop to your level, and trust me I would. Unfortunately I have a life, and I understand life is an ongoing battle. But come on, can you give me a break? I might be 19 years old, but I am no longer in high school and the drama is really getting old.
The anger I hold is because there is no stopping you. I feel like a mouse, and you are a cat constantly looking for me to slip up and pounce. Attacking nonstop gets really old whether it is face to face, online or through social media. Say what you want, bash me however you want, but in the end, you are not hurting me. In reality, you are hurting yourself. Honey please, not to honk my own horn, but I have lived through hell and back, so what you are doing is more annoying than hurtful. Woosah, Andi, woosah (if unknown, this is a calming word to help reduce stress).
You are seeking something that I cannot provide, and you are so single minded that you will keep attacking until you receive what you seek. Yet again, I cannot help you. I would say act your age, but I doubt you know how to. There is only so much expectation that can be put upon you.
Breathe. Coffee. Zen (something someone very close to me reminds me of regularly because of you).
There is a definitive line between you and me. Sorry, not sorry. I have busted my butt to be where I am today — a full-time college student with a 3.42 grade point average, working as a substitute teacher, full-time girlfriend and a full-time friend. I won't label what you are because, honestly, I can't wrap my brain around what you are. Well, I feel sorry for you more than anything because you feel the need to live your life like this. I wish I could extend an olive branch to try and help you, but truthfully, you burned that bridge a long time ago. Hold what you would like against me no matter what; I will stand tall and not retaliate because I am a better woman.
