Hey You,
This letter is much overdue. I really want you to know that I don't CARE if you're happy. I want you to be, but I can't afford to have such feelings for someone who could care less about me. I thought that until an encounter earlier since you felt like ignoring me until I had something to offer.
I was walking down the hallway with fourteen corn dogs, because it was 50 cent corn dog day at Sonic, and I offered you and your lunch table of four a corn dog for each of you. You were extremely happy after that but that's the extent of any interaction.
I figured out why you like the other girls more than me. They actually have talents at things, and they like to put themselves out there and be the center of attention. I don't, and you do, which makes perfect sense because you actually have talent.
I can't sing, dance, play an instrument, draw, write, or do anything that's extraordinary. I can listen to music and cry over things I can't control, but what else is different?
Sincerely, Me.
P.S. I don't have anything else to say to you for a while.
YOU ARE READING
Sincerely, Me
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