Love Letter

Dear Pity,
I'm writing you this letter because I've come to the realization that I would rather not have you in my life. It stems from that time in early February of 2009. You remember. You couldn't leave bad enough alone. Instead you had to expose your ugly little face and compound the issue. I can't stand you because you've infiltrated my friends and planted your heinous seed in their brains. Now they view me as partial (no longer whole), damaged even. You always get in between my friends and me. It's because of you that they believe there's a problem. It's because of you that they look at me and think I need to be rescued. There isn't and I don't. It's because of you that people say things like, "It's ok to be sad," or "It's ok, if you want to talk to me about it." Your existence gives my friends an excuse to hold it over my head. Please forget about me, and stop contacting my friends. It just wasn't meant to be. I will FedEx your Hootie and the Blowfish "Cracked Rear View" album, and don't worry I don't want my Matchbox 20 album back, I'll just download it from some illegal site. The potential of a fine and prison time is a small price to pay to never have to see you again.

Always Yours,
S.A.