Dear David,
First of all, I would like to start this letter with a big *******!
How dare you come into my home and take advantage of me.
How dare you get into my bed and touch me.
How dare you!?!
Oh, you were drunk?
No worries, that totally makes it okay.
I was probably dreaming like the time my best friends brother decided to hop into my bed when I was 11.

I hate you!
I hate how I can’t be mad at Terry for wanting to have a relationship with you because you’re his brother.
I hate how I can’t speak up about what you did because it most certainly will ruin your life.

But I want you to know, you will never be apart of my life again.
You will not be apart of mine and Terry’s life,
And best believe you will not be an uncle to our little girl.

I know all you did was touch my skin and kiss my lips,
But what if I wasn’t strong enough to push you off me, to tell you no?

I hate what you did.
I hate that I can never be beautiful again,
You took that piece with you.
You greedy, ******, *****!
How many other girls have you done this to?
Are still doing this to?
And aren’t able to tell you no…

I just hate how I can’t move on…
How can you?

" There is only you in my heart. "

imagine all the humans on planet earth weren't given the traits of lust or greed.
imagine we all still had our conscious awareness to realise that all the words we know and use have just been made up to do one thing -
to create chaos.
all the hate, all the racism, all the lust and all the war would never have been created if we just realised that words have been made for exactly just that -
to ensure war, to ensure lust and to ensure resentment and hate between all these beautiful beings.
we are all being controlled, can't you see that?
of course, it's not your fault -
we've all been brainwashed in this cruel, cold world.
imagine all the people knew and understood that words are just words and only have meaning until you as an individual give it meaning.
oh wow, what a different life this would be.

even though i've been feeling alone lately,
i somehow haven't been alone.
i never used to reach out to anyone that i might know.
of course this feeling is really hard to shake,
especially when it's always waiting on my chest just as i wake.
but there are so many caring people around me,
and still so many that i haven't met yet.

here's to you who has seen me cry ugly tears and was there to give me a hug anyway,
even though my snot and my tears and my mascara probably got all over your clothes.
you didn't care about your shirt -
you just cared about being there, being that someone for me to cry on.
you wanted me to know that i was never alone,
you wanted me to know that i was always so loved.
you are the friend that sees me unhinged and and finds a way to talk me through it.
you are the friend that listens when i need to cry or yell or scream -
you always know the words i need to hear to soothe my troubles,
and to help tie up all my loose seams.
so here's to you,
who has seen all my messy parts and chooses to love me still.
you know that our friendship isn't just about the sparkly bits -
but about every low and every high.
and thats what lasts and thats what counts.