Dear... To Those It May Concern
Dear Self,
I don't know why you are such a crybaby but I f**king resent you for it. Every single time, you're overwhelmed by things, you can't help but cry. Every time that you're pissed and you can't do anything about it, you cry. When you're feeling so many things all at once, you cry. You can't help but cry and cry and cry. You can't hold your shit together and even in public when asked how are you, you cry. You sit there at your work station, dreading every single second you spend in that hell hole, you cry. Why are you like that? You have embarrassed yourself and crying makes you so fucking weak. You are f**king weak. Why you gotta be like this?
Dear D,
I can't blame you. You have a chance to get the f**k out of this hell hole, so you grab it. You have witnessed that the grass is really greener on the other side. Good for you. Why do you have to leave traces of mistakes that I need to clean up? I've got no idea on how to do this.
Dear X,
You are mean. That's what you are. Mean. I've worked hard to clean up the mistakes that I have inherited. You make everyone feel like you can be a voice for them, an ally and a person who understands. But you are worst than all of them. You didn't care. Not an ounce. Not at all. You have invalidated my hard work and ignore my efforts. You made me question my worth every single time and made me feel that I don't belong here. You pushed me into stepping in a room of darkness. I thought you'll be there to guide me but as soon as I stepped in, you have shut the door and let me be. On my own. I slowly lose my respect and admiration towards you and slowly changed into resentment. You made me over think, lose sleep and worry about things. They still admire you and put you in a pedestal. I can't even talk to them because I don't want to hear anything about you even your name. Now, I am struggling to distant myself just to avoid a topic about you. I resent you for all that.
Dear A,
You are a f**king asshole. You are one hell of an over-rated person. I am not an imbecile. That I know for sure. But you made me feel like I am. You talk to me like I am f**king dumb. Like I am some worthless dumb that is a waste of a f**king life. You have ignored how hard I am working just to be okay. You have invalidated my feelings and to that I say, f**k you. I am not an imbecile but you are a f**king asshole.