dear acire,

this is going to be a hard letter to write. sit tight. it’ll all be over soon. and in an effort to save time and save face, i’ll just list all the things i hate about you. it’ll be easier for the both of us.

one; you suck with people. you have always sucked with people. you will continue to suck with people. and that is just plain disappointing.
two; you cannot seem to understand why you have friends. you are constantly worried that when you look back, for just that second, you’ll see them all leave you behind in the dust.
three; you can’t let go of that fear. people change, acire. but you just can’t accept that change when it means you’re being thrown away.
four; you’re too paranoid. you think that it’s only a matter of time before you fall, that it’s all just a big scam to get you to relax and let down your walls. well, tough. you can’t know everything. let it go.
five; you procrastinate. tomorrow’s another day. you can wait until then to do it. and then, when everybody else is asleep in their beds having the nicest dreams possible, you’re up into the early hours of morning, trying to finish that last assignment, trying to complete that last essay, and you’re cursing yourself for being an idiot. and when you turn everything in on time, just barely, you start the process all over. what a numbskull you are.
six; you expect too much of others. no one is infallible. sometimes, people will end up disappointing you. and that’s okay.
seven; you’re a snothead to your parents. i realize that you’re at that rebellious age where you think yourself invincible and knowledgeable and smarter than your ol’ mum, but you’re not, kiddo. remember that you’ve only had seventeen years of experience, most of which taking place in a bubble, and your parents have had forty and fifty. be nicer to them.
eight; you hate sharing with your sister. why is that you can be such a freaking samaritan when it’s towards other people, but you can’t even dredge up the smallest desire to be nice to your little sister. she’s family, even if only by half. blood is thicker than water, remember that.
nine; you’re insensitive. i don’t understand why it puts such a smile on your face when you see people crying or why you feel the need to just endlessly needle them.
ten; you’re so insecure of yourself. where did this low self-esteem come from? you’re fine the way you are. stop thinking that people are better than you. there will always be those who are above you. but that doesn’t mean you have to give up every time they make that known.

acire, i love you. dearly. but you need to accept yourself.

love, me.