From: ABC
To: brianna
Date: January 3, 2021, 2:32 pm
The day I welcomed you as my friend was the day the flowers wilted and the clouds wept. I haven't known peace since, laying awake at night wondering why I ever trusted you. You made me feel filthy, like a used sock. You made me feel overwhelmed; choking on air. Yet, I continued to let you read the pages of my book. I continued to let you do as you please so I would forgo questioning if I were crazy. I look back on our connection, no, connections with a bitter taste in my mouth; for you never cared for me as I cared for you. Instead pushing and pulling at all my buttons until finally I was through, where you proceeded to paint me as the villain to each and everyone I was surrounded by. I never owed it to you to let you read my writing journal, something I had well established was private. I never owed it to you to share my sexual history just because I told a stupid joke. I never owed it to you to share the depths of my uncertainty of my gender identity. I never owed it to you to enable your gross and fetishistic behaviours; and yet I would, for it was easier than having you pounce on me and tell me how heartless I was. I truly cannot recall anything positive about our friendship, lost amongst the memories of discomfort and pain. Please, seek help. Seek help for the obvious unresolved issues in your life, so that no one else will be subjected to the side of you I was.
