Dear... Kris
Hi Kris,
If you are reading this right now it means I still haven’t let you go.
So how are you? Hows life? I hope you are doing ok. I am writing this letter so that I can express my emotions and just… you know. I know you don’t care for me even a bit. I saw it in your eyes the day you looked straight into mine. Those eyes, your eyes. “I don’t care” they told me. That’s why I stayed quiet. Then you left me. You ran away. I didn’t know how to go home but that wasn’t important.
I know I am a complete stranger to you, no, I’m nothing to you. Do you know how I felt that moment? Do you think I felt good when you screamed at me that you don’t care? Have you ever cared just a little bit about me? The answer is no. All you ever say is, “I don’t know, maybe''.
I know you regret meeting me. I know I am useless. I know I am stupid. I know I am annoying. I truly hate myself. I hate the way I look, I hate the way I speak, I hate the way I do things, I hate that I can’t protect myself, I hate myself so badly that it makes me go mad.
You are always online and it hurts. I’m trying to let you go, I truly am trying. I’m sorry for wasting your time.
I know you are bored about me talking and expressing my emotions so let’s continue. I hope your life is ok. I wish you a lot of luck... good grades… good health... happiness... love... money… lots of smiles…
… and lots of happy memories…
Happy birthday, Kris.